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BEING    A    CHOICE 


SELECTION  OF  HYMNS, 


ADAPTED    TO    THE    PUBLIC     AND     PRIVATE     DEVO- 
TIONS OF  CHRISTIANS  OF  ALL.  pENOMINATIONS  : 
SUITABLE    TO  BE  USED  AT  MISSIONARY,  TEM- 
PERANCE   AND    ANTI-SI  AVERY   MEETINGS, 
AS    WELL    AS   AT    SOCIAL    PRAYER    AND 
CONFERENCE    MEETINGS,   ETC.,   ETC. 


COMPILED    BY 

SEVERAL  Mir^lSTERS  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 


LOWELL  : 

PUBLISHED    BY   E.   A.   RICE, 

No.  95  Merrimack  street. 

1842. 


Wm.  bCHOULER,  (successor  to  L.  Huntress,) 
Prjnter,  Lowell. 


ADVERTISEMENT. 


This  little  book  of  hymns  differs  from  all  others 
t)f  the  kind,  in  many  respects.  1.  Many  of  the  hymns 
have  never  before  been  published  in  a  permanent 
form  5  and  many  others  are  now,  and  have  been  for  a 
long  time,  out  of  print.  2,  Those  hymns  which  are 
seldom  sung  on  account  of  their  length,  have  been 
divided  3  and  in  this  way,  it  is  hoped,  their  total  loss 
will  be  prevented.  3.  Appropriate  titles  have  been 
given  to  each  hymn.  4.  The  arranging  of  the  sev- 
eral kinds  of  hymns  under  different  heads,  it  is  be- 
lieved, will  be  found  peculiarly  advantageous,  espec- 
ially on  anniversary  occasions.  One  half  of  our  Mis- 
sionary, Anti-Siavery  and  Temperance  meetings  lose 
a  great  share  of  their  interest,  for  the  want  of  appro- 
priate hymns  to  be  sung  on  the  occasions.  A  remedy 
for  this  evil  may  be  found  in  the  Religious  Song- 
ster. Here  are  some  of  the  best  hymns  for  these 
occasions  which  can  anywhere  be  found  :  hymns 
rich  in  poetry,  philanthropy  and  sound  divinity; 
hymns  which  the  more  they  are  sung,  the  better  they 
will  be  liked.  5.  While  many  of  the  hymns  are 
adapted  to  and  designed  for  public  Missionary  and 
other  meetings,  anniversaries,  &c.,  a  large  portion  of 
them  cannot  fail  greatly  to  aid  the  private  devotions 
of  all  true  Christians.  It  is  hoped,  therefore,  that 
while  this  little  volume  of  spiritual  son^s  is,  with  dif- 
fidence, presented  to  the  public,  it  will  meet  with  a 
cordial  reception,  and  help  to  promote  the  present 
and  eternal  interests  of  the  church  and  the  world. 
THE  COMPILERS. 


A  COLLECTION  OF  HYMNS. 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS. 


HYMN  1.— C.  M. 

Coronaiion  of  Christ. 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  aiiGfels  prostrate  fall ; 
BrincT  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  Him,  ye  morninjj  stars  of  light, 

Whe^Jxed  this  floating'  ball ; 
Extol  tfiit?  strenoth  of  Israel's  might, 
And  crown  Hiin — Lord  of  all. 

3  Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  His  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

4  Crown  Him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David,  Lord  did  call ; 


b  MISCELLANEOUS    IIlMNSJ. 

The  God  incarnate — man  divine, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

5  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, — - 
Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall: 
Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

SECOND    PART. 

1  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go — spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Him— Lord  of  all. 

2  Babes,  men  and  sires,  who  know  His  love, 

Who  feel  yonr  sin  and  thrall  ; 

JVb/y  join  with  all  the  hosts  above, 

And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

3  Let  every  kindred — every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

4  Oh,  that  v/iih  yonder  shining  throoff, 

7Ve  at  His  feet  may  fall !  ^        '"^ 
And  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 


HYMN  2.— C.  M. 

The  Gospel  Jubilee. 
1  What  heavenly  mnsic  do  I  hear, 
Salvation  sounding'  free ; 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYAmS. 

Ye  souls  in  bon(la,o;e  lend  an  ear, 
Thirf  is  the  jubilee. 

2  How  sweetly  do  the  tidings  roll 

All  round  from  sea  to  sea ! 
From  land  to  land,  from  pole  to  pole, 
This  is  the  jubilee. 

3  Good  news,  good  news  to  Adam's  race, 

Let  Christians  all  agree 
To  sing  redeeming  love  and  grace, 
This  is  the  jubilee. 

4  The  gospel  sounds  a  sweet  release 

To  all  in  misery, 
And  bids  them  welcome  home  to  peace, 
This  is  the  jubilee. 

5  Jesus  is  on  His  mercy  seat, 

Before  Him  bend  the  knee; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  His  praise  repeat, 
This  is  the  jubilee. 

6  Sinners,  be  wise,  return  and  come 

Unto  the  Saviour  free  ; 
The  Spirit  bids  you  welcome  home. 
This  is  the  jubilee. 

7  Come,  ye  redeemed,  your  tribute  bring 

With  songs  of  harmony  ; 
While  on  the  road  to  Canaan  sing-, 
This  is  the  jubilee. 


I  MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS. 

HYMN  a- p.  M. 

The  Sabbath. 

1  Holy  Sabbath  !  day  of  rest ! 
Hajjpy  day  which  God  has  blest ; 
Purest  day  of  all  the  seven, 

To  man  in  Paradise  was  given. 
Ploly  Sabbath  !  day  of  love  ! 
Embleni  of  the  "rest"  above; 
Haste  we  on  to  that  abode — 
City  of  the  living-  God. 

2  Holy  Sabbath  !  day  divine  ! 
Brightest  glories  on  thee  shine; 
Anofels  shout  to  hail  thy  dawn, 
Holy,  ha(.>py,  blissful  morn. 
Holy  Sabbath!  day  serene! 
Sainted  millions  hast  thou  seen 
Marching  to  the  house  of  God, 
Trusting  in  atoning  blood. 

3  EJoly  Sabbath  !  thou  shalt  cease 
Passing  in  the  round  of  years! 
Time  must  close  and  be  no  more 
On  this  dark,  terrestiial  shore! 
Yet  in  the  ho|y,  heavenly  land, 
Where  roses  fresh  forever  stand, 
Saints  of  God  with  angels  prove 
A  Sabbath  of  unbounded  love. 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS. 

HYMN  4.— L.  M. 

The   Unknown   World. 

1  Hark!  my  gdiV  friends,  that  solemn  toll 
Speaks  the  departure  of  a  soul ! 

'Tis  gone,  that's  all  we  know — not  where, 
Or  how  the  unbodied  soul  doth  fare. 

2  In  that  mysterious  world  none  knows, 
Bat  God  alone,  to  whom  it  ijoes  ! — 
To  whom  departed  souls  return, 

To  take  their  doom,  to  smile  or  mourn. 

3  Oh,  by  what  glimmerins^  lisfht  we  view 
The  unknown  world  we're  hast'ning  to  I 
God  has  locked  up  the  mystic  page, 
And  curtained  darkness  round  (he  stage. 

4  We  talk  of  heaven — we  talk  of  hell! 
But  what  they  mean,  no  tong-ue  can  tell ! 
Heaven  is  the  place  where  angels  are, 
And  hell  the  chaos  of  despair. 

5  But  what  these  awful  words  imply, 
None  of  us  know  until  we  die! 
Whether  we  will  or  no,  we  must 
Take  the  succeeding  world  on  trust. 


HYMN  5.— L.   M. 

"  The  Mercy  Seat:' 
1  From  every  storm  of  wind  that  bloAvs, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 


10  MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS. 

There  is  a  calm  and  sure  retreat, 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  Mercy  Seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 

The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads  ; — 
A  place  than  all  beside  more  sweet, 
It  is  the  blood-bought  Mercy  Seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, — 

Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 
Though  sundered  far — by  faith  they  meet  . 
Around  one  common  Mercy  Seat. 

4  Ah !  whither  should  we  flee  for  aid 

When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed  ? 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 

Had  suffering  saints  no  Mercy  Seat? 

5  There,  there,  on  angel's  wings  we  soar, 

And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more ; 
The  Lord  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  Mercy  Seat. 


HYMN  6.— L.  M. 

Divine  Benedictions. 
Blest  are  the  humhle  souls  that  see 
Their  emptines^^ftd  poverty  ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  tiiem  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS.  11 

The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 
A  healing  balm  for  all  our  woes. 

Blest  are  the  meek  who  stand  afar 
From  noise  and  passion,  raoe  and  war; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 
And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 
Blest  are  the  souls  tnat  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness  ! 
They  shall  be  well  supplied  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

HYMN  7.— P.  M. 

The  Crucifixion. 
I  LOVE  the  holy  Son  of  God, 
Who  once  this  vale  of  sorrows  trod, 
And  bore  my  sins,  a  dreadful  load. 

Up  Calvary's  gloomy  mountain. 
There  on  the  cross  he  mournful  hung, 
The  sport  of  many  an  impious  tongue, 
While  pains  extreme  his  nature  wrung, 

And  flowed  life's  crimson  fountain. 
The  sun  would  not  behold  the  scene, 
Biit  round  him  tl)revv  night's  sable  screen, 
Nature  was  robM  in  najprniuo'  mien, 

And  sigh'd  when  Jesus  sutfer'd ; 
But  O  !  his  persecutors  stood,    , 
That  cruel,  viperous,  hellish  brood, 
Unmoved  to  see  his  gusf)ing  blood,- 

And  scoffiniT  insults  ofFer'd. 


12  MISCELLANEOUS    HYMxNS. 

3  Oh !  why  did  not  his  anorer  burn  ? 
And  floods  of  venoeance  on  them  turn? 
Amazinjty  !  see  his  bowels  yearn 

In  soft  compassion  o'er  them  ! 
No  fury  kindles  in  his  eyes, — 
They  glow  with  love,  and  when  he  dies, 
"Father,  foro;ive,"  tlie  sufF'rer  cries, 

And.  makes  excuses  for  them. 

PAUSE. 

4  Oh  !  was  there  ever  such  distress, 
Or  such  amazing  proof  as  this 

Of  mercy,  love,  and  tenderness, 
TJiat  our  Redeeaier's  given? 
Not  one  of  all  the  hosts  above. 
Could  comprehend  his  matchless  love, 
Which  did  within  his  bosom  move,' 
And  brought  him  down  from  heaven 

5  How  ardent  ought  my  love  to  be, 
For  him  who's  done  so  much  for  me ; 
My  constant  service,  faithful,  tree, 

And  all  my  powers  employing. 
I  ought  my  cross  with  pleasure  bear, 
And  place  iriy  all  of  glorying  there  ; 
In  his  reproach  most  gladly  share, 

In  tribulationlllfpying. 

6  And  never  shall  it  be  conceal'd, 
He  hath  in  me  his  love  reveal'd, 
Of  all  my  sins  a  pardon  seal'd, 

I  feel  his  blessed  favor. 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS.  13 

In  him  I  do  and  will  rejoice; 
I'll  praise  him  with  a  cheerful  voice, 
Until  the  theme  my  tongue  employs 
In  heaven  above  forever. 

HYMN  8.— P.  M. 

Christ  in  the  Garden. 

1  While   nature  was  sinking'  in  stillness  to 

rest, 

The  last  beam  of  day-light  shone  dim  in  the 
west. 

O'er  fields,  by  the  moonlight,  my  wandering 
feet 

Sought  in  'quiet  meditation,  some  lonely  re- 
treat. 

2  While   passing  a  garden,  I  paused  for  to 

hear 
A  voice  faint  and  plaintive,  from  one  that  was 

there ; 
The  voice  of  the  suff 'rer  aiFected  my  heart. 
While  in  agony  pleading  the  poor  sinner's  part. 

3  In  ofiering  to  heaven  his  pitying  prayer. 
He  spoke  of  the  torments  the  sinner  must 

bear; 
His  life  as  a  ransom,  he  offer'd  to  give, 
That  sinners,  redeemed,  in  glory  might  live. 

4  I  listen'd  a  moment,  then  turn'd  me  to  see 
What  man  of  compassion  this  stranger  might 

be! 


14  MISCELLANEOUS    HOINS. 

I  saw  him,  low,  kneeling-,  upon  the  cold  ground, 
The  loveliest  Being  that  ever  was  found. 

5  His  mantle  was  wet  with  the  dews  of  the 

night; 
His  locks  by  pale  moon-beams  were  glist'ning 

bright ; 
His  eyes,  bright  as  diamonds,  to  Heaven  were 

raised, 
While   angels   in  wonder  stood   round  him 

amazed. 

PAUSE. 

6  So  deep  were  his  sorrows,  so  fervent   his 

prayers, 
That  down  o'er  his  bosom  roll'd  sweat,  blood, 

and  tears  ! 
I  wept  to  behold  him  ! — I  ask'd  him  his  name, 
He  answered, — "'Tis   Jesus!    from  Heaven 

I  came ! 

7  1  am  thy  Redeemer!  For  thee  I  must  die: 
The  cup  is  most  bitter,  but  cannot  pass  by  I 
Thy  sins,  like  a  mountain,  are  laid  upon  me  ; 
And  all  this  deep  anguish  I  suiFer  for  thee." 

8  I  heard  with  deep  sorrow  the  tale  of  his  woe; 
While  tears  like  a  fountain  of  waters  did  flow  I 
The  cause  of  his  sorrows,  to  hear  him  repeat, 
Afflicted  my  heart, — and  I  fell  at  his  feet. 

9  I  trembl'd  with  horror ;  and  loudly  did  cry, 
"Lord!  save  a  poor  sinner!  O  save  or  I  die !" 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS.  15 

He  smil'd  when  he  saw  me  ;  and  said  to  me, 

"Live, 
Thy  sins,  which  are  many,  I  freely  forgive !" 

10  How  sweet  was  that  moment  he  bade  me 

rejoice ! 
His  smile,  O  how  pleasant  I  How  cheering  his 

voice ! 
I  flew  from  the  garden  to  spread  it  abroad, 
I  shouted  Salvation  I  and  Glory  to  God  ! 

11  I'm  now  on  my  journey  to  mansions  above ; 
My  soul's  full  of  glory,  of  light,  peace  and  love! 
I  think  of  the  garden,  the  prayers,  and  the  tears 
Of  that   loving   Stranger,  who  banished  my 

fears ! 

12  The  day  of  bright  glory  is  rolling  around, 
When  Gabriel  descending — the  trumpet  shall 

sound ; 
My  soul  then  in  raptures  of  glory  shall  rise 
To  gaze  on  the  Stranger  with  unclouded  eyes. 

HYMN  9.— L.  M. 

Zioii's  Captivity. 

1  When  we  our  weary  limbs  to  rest. 

Sat  down  by  proud  Euphrates'  stream, 
We  wept  with  doleful  thoughts  oppress'd, 
And  Zion  was  our  mournful  theme. 

2  Our  harps,  that  when  with  joy  we  strung, 

Were  wont  their  tuneful  parts  to  bear, 


16  MISCELLANEOUS    HYM.^S. 

With  silent  strings  neglected  hung, 
On  willow  trees  that  withered  there. 

3  There  they  that  led  us  captive,  said, 

"Come  sing  us  one  of  Zion's  Songs," 
And  of  our  arrief  derision  made. 

Nor  Jacob's  God  redress'd  our  wrongs. 

4  How  can  we  sing  on  Babel's  shore, 

Where  songs  profane  offend  the  ear  ? 
Where  strangers  idol  gods  adore, 
And  hated  images  appear? 

5  If  I  forget  Jerusalem, 

Altho'  she  now  in  ruin  lies, 
Let  ev'ry  object  cease  to  charm, 

And  cleave  my  tongue,  and  close  my  eyes. 

6  O!  could  I  see  the  house  of  God, 

Whose  sacred  ashes  bleach  the  plains, 
Once  more  my  brethren's  blest  abode. 
There  would  I  dwell,  while  life  remains. 

HYMN  10.— C.  M. 

The  Christian's  Home. 

1  Oh  !  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sio-h, 

When  will  the  moment  come  ? 
That  I  shall  lay  this  armour  by, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  Home? 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know- 

No  peaceful  sheltering  dome ; 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMIVS.  17 

This  M'orld's  a  wilderness  of  woe — 
This  world  is  not  my  Home. 

3  To  Jesiis  Christ  I  sought  for  rest, 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam. 
And  fly  for  shelter  to  His  breast, 
And  He  'd  conduct  me  Home. 

4  When  by  affliction  sharply  tried, 

I  view'd  the  garping-  tomb  ; 
Altho'  I  fear'd  death's  chilling  flood, 
Yet  still  I  sigh'd  for  Home. 

5  I  would  at  once  have  left  the  place 

Where  foes  and  fury  roam ; 
But  ah,  my  passport  wns  unseal'd, 
I  could  not  yet  go  Home. 

6  Weary  of  wandering  round  and  round, 

This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom; 
I  long  to  leave  the  unhallow'd  ground  ; 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  Home. 


HYMN  11.— L.  M. 

The  Smnei'^s  Hiding  Place. 

1  Hail,  heavenly  love,  which  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  ; 
Hail  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace! 
Which  gave  my  soul  a  hiding  place. 

2  Against  the  God  who  rules  the  sky, 
I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high  ; 


18  MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS. 

Despised  the  offers  of  his  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 

3  Enwrapp'd  in  dark  Egyptian  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light. 
Madly  1  ran  the  sinful  race, 

{Secure  without  a  hiding  place. 

4  But  lo !  the  eternal  council  ran. 
Almighty  Love,  arrest  the  man  ! 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress. 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place. 

5  Eternal  justice  stood  in  view, 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew, 

But  justice  cried  with  frowning  face, 
This  mountain  is  no  hiding  place. 

6  But  lo!  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy  to  my  soul  appear'd ; 
She  led  me  on  a  pleasing  pace 
To  Jesus  Christ  my  hiding  place. 

7  Should  storms  of  seven-fold  thunder  roll, 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
This  fury  would  not  daunt  my  face, 
For  Jesus  is  my  hiding  place. 

8  A  few  more  rolling  suns  at  most. 
Will  land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  coast ; 
Where  I  shall  sing  the  song  of  grace. 
Safe  in  my  glorious  hiding  place. 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS.  19 

HYMN  12.— C.  M. 
Something  always  new. 

1  Since  Man  by  sin,  has  lost  his  God, 

He  seeks  Creation  through, 
And  vainly  hopes  for  solid  bliss, 
In  trying  something  new. 

2  The  new  possess'd,  like  fading  flowers, 

Soon  loses  its  gay  hue  ; 
The  bubble  now  no  longer  takes, 
The  soul  wants  something  new. 

3  And  could  we  call  all  Europe  ours, 

With  India  and  Peru  ; 
The  mind  would  feel  an  aching'void, 
And  still  want  something  new. 

4  But  when  we  feel  the  Saviour's  power, 

All  good  in  him  we  view, 
The  soul  forsakes  its  vain  pursuit 
Nor  seeks  for  something  new. 

5  The  joys  a  dear  Redeemer  brings, 

Will  bear  a  strict  review; 
Nor  need  we  ever  change  again, 
For  Christ  is  always  new. 


HYMN  13.— P.  M, 

Sole?nn  Rejlections. 
1  My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
Fly  rapid  like  the  whirling  spheres 
Around  the  steady  pole ; 


20  MISCELLANEOUS    HYiMNS. 

Time,  like  a  tide,  its  moment  keeps, 
Til!  I  shall  launch  those  boundless  deeps, 
Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen, 
How  swift  tjie  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly  : 
Unthinking  man  I  remember  this, 
Thou  'inidst  thy  sublunary  bliss. 

Must  groan,  and  gasp,  and  die. 

3  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call ! 
Thine  earthly  house  must  quickly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
Beyond  the  vast,  extensive  blue. 
To  love  and  sing  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 

4  Eternal  bliss — eternal  wo 

Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below — • 

On  this  precarious  breath: 
The  God  of  Nature  only  knows 
Whether  another  year  shall  close 

Ere  I  expire  in  death. 

I'AUSE. 

5  Long  ere  the  snn  shall  run  its  round, 
I  may  be  buried  under  ground. 

And  there  in  silence  rot! 
Alas  I  one  hour  may  close  the  scene. 
And  ere  twelve  months  may  roll  between, 

My  name  be  quite  forgot. 


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6  But  shall  my  soul  be  then  extinct, 
Or  cease  to  live,  or  cense  to  think? 

It  cannot,  cannot  be  ; 
Tlion,  my  immortal,  cannot  die  : 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly, 

When  death  shall  set  thee  free  ? 

7  Will  mercy  then  its  arms  extend  ? 
Will  Jesus  be  my  guardian  friend. 

And  heaven  my  dwelling  place? 
Or  shall  insulting  fiends  appear 
To  drag  me  down  to  dark  despair, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  grace  ? 

8  A  heaven  or  hell,  as  these  alone, 
Beyond  this  mortal  life  are  known, 

There  is  no  middle  state; 
To-day  attend  the  call  divine. 
To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 

9  Oh,  do  not  pass  this  life  in  dreams. 
Vast  is  the  charge,  whate'er  it  seems 

To  poor,  unthinkino-  men  : 
Lord,  at  thy  footstool  I  would  bow, 
Bid  conscience  tell  me  plainly  now 

What  it  will  tell  me  then.    . 

10  If  in  destruction's  road  I  stray, 
Help  me  to  choose  that  better  way, 

Which  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive, 
Nor  let  me  ever  dare  to  live 

Such  as  I  dare  not  die. 


22  MISCELLANEOUS    HYMxNS. 

EIYMN  14.— L.  M. 

Tlie  Parlin<r  Hand. 

1  My  Christian  friends,  in  bonds  of  love, 
Whose  hearts  in  sweetest  union  prove, 
Yonr  friendship's  like  a  drawing-  band, 
Yet  v,'e  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

2  Your  company's  sweet,  your  union's  dear, 
Your  words  delightful  to  my  ear. 

And  when  I  see  that  v.-e  must  part. 
You  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart. 

3  How  sweet  the  hours  have  passed  away 
When  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray  ; 
How  loth  we've  been  to  leave  the  place 
Where  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face. 

4  Oh,  could  1  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  it  would  cheer  my  fainting  mind! 
But  duty  makes  me  understand 

That  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

5  Then,  since  it  is  God's  holy  will, 
We  must  be  parted  for  a  while; 
In  sweet  submission,  all  as  one, 

W^e'll  say,  "  Our  Father's  will  be  done." 


6  Dear  fellow  youth,  in  Chriv'^tian  ties, 
Who  seek  for  mansions  in  the  skies, 
Fight  on — you'll  gain  that  happy  shore, 
Where  parting  hands  are  known  no  more. 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS.  23 

7  How  oft  I've  seen  your  falling  tears, 
And  heard  yon  tell  your  hopes  and  fears, 
Your  hearts  with  love  have  seemed  to  flame, 
Which  makes  me  hope  we'll  meet  again. 

8  Ye  mourning  souls,  in  sore  surprise 
Jpsus  will  hearken  to  your  cries; 

0  trust  his  grace,  in  all  that  land 
We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 

9  My  Christian  friends,  both  old  and  young, 

1  hope  in  Christ  you'll  all  be  strong ; 
And  if  on  earth  we  meet  no  more, 

O  may  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore. 

10  I  hope  you'll  all  remember  me. 
If  you  on  earth  no  more  I  see  ; 

An  interest  in  your  prayers  I  crave. 
That  we  may  meet  beyond  the  grave. 

11  O  glorious  day  !     O  blessed  hope  ! 
My  soul  leaps  forward  at  the  thought! 
When  in  that  happy,  happy  land. 
We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 

HYMN  15.— P.  M. 

The  Bower  of  Prayer, 
1  To  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neigh- 
bors to  part. 
And  go  from  my  home,  it  afflicts  not  my  heart, 
Like  the  thoughts  of  absenting  myself  for  one 
day 


24  MISCELLAJNEODS    HYMNS. 

From  that  blest  retreat  where  I've  chosen  to 
pray. 

2  Sweet  bower  where  the  pine  and  the  pop- 

lar have  spread, 
And  M'ove  with  their  branches  a  roof  o'er  my 

head, 
How  oft  I  have  knelt  on  the  everg'reen  there, 
And   pour'd   out   my  soul  to  my  Saviour  in 

prayer. 

3  The  early  shrill  notes  of  the  lov'd  nightin- 

gale, 
Which  dwelt  in   my  bower  I  observed  as  my 

-jBe//," 
To  call  me  to  duty  while  birds  in  the  air, 
Sang  anthems  of  piaises,  as  I  went  to  prayer. 

4  How  sweet  were  the  zephyrs  perfuuied  by 

the  pine, — 
The  ivy,  the  balsam,  and  wild  eglantine, 
Yet  sweeter,  O  sweeter!  superlative  were, 
The  joys  there  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer. 

5  For  Jesus  my  Saviour  oft  deign'd  there  to 

meet, 

And  fill'd  with  his  presence  my  humble  re- 
treat;— 

Ofl  fill'd  me  with  raptures  and  blessedness 
there, 

Inditing  in  heaven's  own  language  my  prayer. 

6  Dear  Bower! — I  must  leave  you,  and  bid 

you  adieu, 


MISCELLANEOUS    IIYJMJNS.  2.) 

And  pay  my  devotions  in  parts  that  arc  new ; 

Well  knowing'  iny  Saviour  resides  every  where 
And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer. 

7  And  when  from  my  home  at  a  distance  I'm 

gone, 
I'll  make  my  dear  Jesus  the  close  of  my  song; 
I'll  sing  and  rejoice  tho'  coarse  be  my  fare, 
And   lead    precious  souls   to  my  Saviour  in 

prayer. 

HYMN  16.— L.  M. 
Devotion  to  God. 

1  Far  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  begone, 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ; 

Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see, 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire: 
Come  my  dear  Jesus  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3  The  trees  of  life  immortal  stand 

In  blooming  rows  at  thy  right  hand; 
And  in  sweet  murnmrs  by  thy  side. 
Rivers  of  biiss  forever  glide. 

4  Haste  then,  but  with  a  smiling  face, 
And  spread  the  table  of  thy  grace ; 
Bring  down  a  taste  of  love  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  sacred  wine. 


26  MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS. 

5  Bless'd  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare  I 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are  I 
Never  did  angels  taste  above, 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

6  Hail  great  Immanuel,  all  divine ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine: 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  One, 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known. 


HYMN  17.— L.  M. 

Address  io  Youth. 

1  Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
Remember  your  Creator  God  : 
Behold  the  months  come  hast'ningon. 
When  you  shall  say — "  My  joys  are  gone." 

2  Behold  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead. 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again; 
The  soul  in  agonies  of  pain 
Ascends  to  God  ; — not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  King  ! — I  fear  thy  name ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am ; 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 


Miscellaneous  hvmns.  27 

HYMN  18.— C.  M. 
The  Dying  Hour. 

1  Stoop  down  my  tho'ts  that  us'd  to  rise, 

Converse  awhile  with  Death  ; 
Think  how  a  gasping*  mortal  lies. 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  His  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feebly  down, 

His  pulse  are  faint  and  few ; 
Then,  speechless,  with  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 

8  But  oh !  the  soul  that  never  dies  ! 
At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  jflies. 
And  track  its  wond'rous  way  ! 

4  Up  to  the  courts,  where  angels  dwell, 

It  mounts,  triumphing  there; 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  fathomless  despair. 

5  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  must  this  soul  remove  ? 
Oh !  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh. 
To  bear  it  safe  above. 

6  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 
•    My  naked  soul  I  trust ; 

My  flesh  awaits  thy  dread  command, 
To  drop  into  my  du^dt. 


2S  MlSCELLA^'EOUS    HTM>'S. 

HYMN  19.— P.  M. 

The  Way  to  Heaven. 

1  Call'd  to  a  sense  of  duty, 

I  would  obey  tlie  call, 
And  for  the  sake  of  Jesus, 

I  freely  give  up  all : 
My  former  vain  enjoyments. 

Of  pleasure,  pride  and  gain  ; 
That  I  in  Jesus'  kingdom 

A  mansion  may  obtain. 

2  How  often  I  have  strnggl'd, 

To  hold  some  foolish  sin  ; 
Yet,  to  the  heavenly  kingdom, 

I  meant  to  enter  in  ; 
But  now  I  am  persuaded 

That  nothing  else  will  do, 
But  Jesus  for  my  portion, 

And  holy  joys  pursue. 

3  Let  all  the  world's  gay  beauty 

With  Satan's  flattering  bait, 
With  all  their  pride  and  grandeur 

Around  my  soul  await; 
Yet  far  superior  beauty 

Through  faith  I  see  ahead  ; 
And  I  am  bent  upon  it. 

This  holy  way  to  tread. 

4  Come,  who  will  travel  with  me, 

The  way  that  leads  to  heaven  ? 
And  follow  none  but  Jesus, 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS.  29 

The  way  which  he  has  given : 
And  lake  his  word  for  counsel. 

His  Spirit  for  a  guide, 
And  make  a  full  surrender 

Of  every  thing  beside. 

5  Come  on,  my  precious  brethren, 

And  travel  on  with  me  : 
We'll  seek  for  heavenly  treasure 

Until  we  find  the  sea 
Of  sweet,  unbounded  riches, 

Of  life,  and  love,  and  peace: 
Where  bOauty  never  withers, 

And  glories  never  cease. 

6  What  though  the  world  reproach  us, 

And  say  we're  mean  or  poor, 
No  matter  what  we  suffer, 

If  we  can  reach  the  shore  : 
'Twill  make  the  glory  sweeter. 

And  raise  the  praises  higher; 
And  we  shall  be  completer. 

When  purified  by  fire. 


HYMN  20,— C.  M. 
Broken  Ties. 
The  broken  ties  of  happier  days, 

How  often  do  they  seem 
To  come  before  our  mental  gaze 
Like  a  remembered  dream  ; 


30  MISCELLANEOUS    HVMNS, 

Around  us  each  dissevered  chain 

In  sparkling  ruin  lies, 
And  earthly  hand  can  ne'er  again 

Unite  those  broken  ties. 
2  The  parents  of  our  infant  home, 

The  kindred  that  we  lov'd, 
Far  from  our  arms,  perchance,  may  roam, 

To  distant  scenes  remov'd  ; 
Or  we  have  watch'd  their  parting  breath, 

And  closed  their  weary  eyes, 
And  sigh'd  to  think  how  sadly  death 

Can  sever  human  ties. 
8  The  friends,  the  lov'd  ones  of  our  youth, 

They  too  are  gone  or  chang'd, 
Or,  worse  than  all,  their  love  and  truth 

Are  darken'd  and  estranged  ; 
They  meet  us  in  a  glitt'ring  throng. 

With  cold,  averted  eyes,  , 
And  wonder  that  we  weep  our  wrong, 

And  mourn  our  broken  ties, 

4  Oh,  who  in  such  a  world  as  this, 

Could  bear  their  lot  of  pain, 
Did  not  one  radiant  hope  of  bliss. 

Unclouded,  yet  remain  ? 
That  hope  the  sovereign  Lord  has  given, 

Who  reigns  beyond  the  skies  ; 
That  hope  unites  our  souls  to  heaven, 

By  faith's  enduring  ties. 

5  Each  care,  each  ill  of  mortal  birth 

Is  sent  in  pitying  love, 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS.  31 

To  lift  the  lingering  heart  from  earth, 

And  speed  its  flight  above  ; 
And  ev'ry  pang  which  rends  the  breast, 

And  ev'ry  joy  that  dies, 
Tells  us  to  seek  a  safer  rest, 

And  trust  to  holier  ties. 

HYMN  21.— P.  M. 

Invitation. 

1  Come  all  ye  mourning  souls, 

Who  seek  rest  in  Jesus'  love, 
And  place  your  whole  affection 

On  things  that  are  above  ; 
Come,  let  us  join  together. 

And  hand  in  hand  go  on. 
Till  we  arrive  in  Canaan, 

Where  we  no  more  shall  mourn. 

2  Behold  how  Satan  rages. 

Temptations  do  abound ; 
And  often  persecution 

Besets  us  all  around  ; 
Our  friends  they  do  desert  us. 

And  count  us  low  and  mean. 
Because  we  love  the  name  of  the 

Despised  Nazarene. 

3  To  all  created  comfort 

We  freely  bid  farewell ; 
By  faith  we  see  the  mansion 
Where  we  do  hope  to  dwell ; 


32  MISCELLANEOUS    HYM.NS. 

Onr  Saviour  doth  invite  us, 

He  reaches  out  a  crown, 

To  comfort  and  protect  us, 

The  angels  wait  around. 

4  A  few  more  da}'s  in  sorrow, 

And  Christ  will  call  us  home, 
To  walk  the  g-olden  streets 

Of  the  new  Jerusalem  ; 
Until  that  blessed  hour 

Let's  faithfully  endure; 
The  promises  are  faithful, 

The  crown  and  kingdom  sure. 

5  Adieu!  our  old  companions, 

We  love  your  precious  souls; 
O'er  all  your  sinful  courses, 

Our  heart  in  secret  mourns  ; 
Fain  Nvould  we  take  you  with  us, 

But  if  you  wont  comply. 
We'll  leave  you  all  to  Jesus — 

O,  to  His  bosom  fly  i      ' 

HYMN  2-?.— P.  M. 

Glorious  Treasure. 
1  Reltgio.\  is  a  glorious  treasure 

The  purchase  of  a  Saviour's  blood  ; 
It  fills  the  mind  with  consolation, 

It  lifts  the  heart  to  things  above. 
It  calms  our  fears,  it  soothes  our  sorrows, 

It  smooths  our  way  o'er  life's  rough  sea. 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS.  33 

'Tis  mixed  with  goodness,  meek,  humble  pa- 
tience— 
This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be. 

2  How  vain,  how  fleeting-,  how  transitory ! 
This  world  with  all  its  pomp  and  show — 

Its  vain  delights  and  delusive  pleasures — 

I  gladly  leave  them  all  below : 
But  grace  and  glory  shall  be  my  story, 

While  I  in  Jesus  such  beauties  see; 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling". 

This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be. 

3  This  earthly  house  shall  be  dissolved, 
And  mortal  life  will  soon  be  o'er, — 

All  earthly  cares  and  earthly  sorrows 
Shall  pain  my  heart  and  eyes  no  more ; 

Yet  "pure  religion"  remains  forever, 

And  strengthened  my  glad  heart  shall  be ; 

While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling. 
This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be. 


HYMN  23.— P.  M. 

"Praise  ye  the  Lord" 
1  Praise  ye  the  Lord  !     Ye  mortals,  raise 

Your  voices  in  triumphant  songs. 
Resound  the  high  and  lofty  praise 

Which  mingling  falls  from  seraph  tongues, 
And  from  the  harp  on  every  chord, 
In  thrilling  numbers,  praise  the  Lord. 


34  MISCELLANEOUS    HTMKS. 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord  !    That  angel  choif, 
Still  circling-  round  the  throne  above, 

Day  without  night,  on  golden  lyre 
Recount  the  tale  of  dying  love, 
Till  myriad  bands  with  one  accord, 
In  songs  triumphant,  praise  the  Lord. 

3  Praise  ye  the  Lord  !  That  angel  throng", 
Now  beaming  with  effulgence  bright, 

Which  rolls  the  tide  of  sacred  song, 

Throughout  those  fields  of  golden  light — * 
Bows  at  his  feet — by  heaven  adored. 
And  calls  on  earth  to  praise  the  Lord. 

4  Earth  answers  Avith  her  thousand  tongues, 
From  hill,  and  dale,  and  mountain  top, 

With  offerings  pure.     She  gladly  comes 
And  pours  them  from  her  incense  cup, 
Till  high  as  angel^s  w'ing,  has  soared 
The  joyous  anthem— Praise  the  Lord  ! 

5  Praise  ye  the  Lord!    That  gladd'ning  song. 
Shall  sweep  o'er  earth's  extended  plain. 

And  heaven's  high  arch  the  notes  prolong, 

Till  echo  faints  beneath  the  strain ; 
And  seraphim,  to  silence  awed. 
In  hymns  unuttered,  praise  the  Lord. 

HYMN  24.— P.  M. 

Gloom  of  Autumn. 
1  Hail  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow, 

View  with  me  th'  autumnal  gloom ; 


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Learn  from  thence  your  fate  to-morrow  I 
Dead,  perhaps,  laid  in  the  tomb  i 

See  all  nature  fading,  dying, 

Silent  all  things  seem  to  mourn  ; 

Life  from  vegetation  flying, 

Brings  to  mind  th«  mouid'ring  urn* 

Oft  autumnal  tempests  rising, 
Make  the  lofty  forests  nod  ; 
Scenes  of  nature  how  surprising! 
Read  in  nature,  nature's  God. 
See  our  God  the  great  Creator, 

Lives  eternal  in  the  sky. 
While  we  mortals  yield  to  nature, 
Bloom  awhile  then  fade  and  die. 
1  What  to  me  are  autumn's  treasures^ 
Since  I  know  no  earthly  joy  ? 
Long  I've  lost  all  youthful  pleasures, 

Time  must  youth  and  health  destroy* 
Pleasures  once  I  fondly  courted, 

Shar'd  each  bliss  that  youth  bestows ; 
But  to  see  where  then  I  sported, 
Now  embitters  all  my  woes. 
I  Age  and  sorrow  since  have  blasted 
Every  youthful,  pleasing  dream, 
Quiv'ring  age  with  youth  contrasted, 

O  how  short  their  glories  seem  ! 
As  the  annual  frosts  are  cropping 

Leaves  and  tendrils  from  the  trees, 
So  my  friends  are  yearly  dropping, 
Thro'  old  age  and  dire  disease. 


36  MISCBLLANEOUS    HYMWS. 

5  Former  friends,  bow  oft  I've  sought  them, 

Just  to  cheer  my  drooping  mind  ; 
But  they're  gone  like  leaves  in  autumn, 

Driven  before  the  dreary  wind. 
When  a  few  more  years  are  wasted, 

When  a  few  more  springs  are  o'er, 
When  a  few  more  griefs  I've  tasted, 

I  shall  live  to  die  no  more. 

6  Fast  my  sun  of  life's  declining, 

I  must  sleep  in  death's  dark  night; 
But  my  hope,  pure  and  refining, 

Rests  in  future  life  and  light. 
Cease  this  trembling,  fearing,  sighing, 

Christ  will  burst  the  silent  tomb  ; 
Then  the  saints  shall  upward  flying, 

Rise  into  immortal  bloom. 


HYMN  25.— L.  M. 

Star  of  Bethlehem. 

1  When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glitt'ring  hostbestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host — from  ev'ry  gem; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud— the  night  was  dark ; 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS.  37 

The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 
The  wind  that  tosb'd  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vifals  froze — 

Death  struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem, 
When  suddenly  a  Star  arose, 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease, 
And  thro'  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now,  safely  moor'd,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing  first  in  night's  diadem. 
Forever  and  forever  more. 

The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 


HYMN  26.— P.  M. 
Fall  of  Babylon. 

1  Hail  the  day  so  long  expected  ! 

Hail  the  year  of  full  release! 
Zion's  walls  are  now  erected, 

And  her  watchmen  live  in  peace. 
From  the  distant  coasts  of  Zion, 
The  shrill  trumpet  loudly  roars, — 

Babylon  is  fallen,  is  fallen,  isfaUeUj 
Babylon  is  fallen,  to  rise  no  more, 

2  Hark !  and  hear  the  people  crying, 

See  the  city  disappears ; 


38  MISCELLANEOUS    HtMNS. 

Trade  and  traffic — all  are  dying", 
Lo  I  they  sink  to  rise  no  more  ! 

Merchants  who  have  bought  her  traffic, 
Crying  from  a  distant  shore, — 
Babylon  is  fallen,  ^"C. 

3  All  her  merchants  cry  with  wonder, 

What  is  this  that  comes  to  pass  ? 
Murmuring  like  some  distant  thunder ; 

Crying,  Oh !  alas,  alas  ! 
Swell  the  sound,  ye  kings  and  nobles, 

Priests  and  people,  rich  and  poor, — 
Babylon  is  fallen,  ^^c. 

4  Lo,  the  captives  are  returning, 

Up  to  Zlon  see  them  fly ; 
While  the  heavenly  host  rejoices. 

Shout  and  echo  thro'  the  sky  ; 
See  the  ancients  of  the  city, 

Terrified  at  the  uproar, — 

Babylon  is  fallen,  &fc. 

5  Tune  your  harps  ye  heavenly  choir, 

Shout  ye  followers  of  the  Lamb  ; 
See  the  city  all  on  fire. 

Clap  your  hands  and  blow  the  flame. 
Now's  the  day  of  compensation, 

Hope  of  mercy  now  is  o'er, — 

Babylon  is  fallen,  S^c. 


MISCELLANEOUS    HVMNS.  89 

HYMN  27.— P.  M. 

Eternity. 

1  O  TURN  ye  I  O  turn  ye  !  for  lehy  will  ye  die, 
When  God  in  g^reat  mercy  is  coming  nigh? 
Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says  'come,' 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you  delay. 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away! 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as 

you  be, 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 

3  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  soul  to  re- 

ceive, 
O  how  can  you  question  ? — submit  and  believe; 
If  sin  is  your  burden,  whj  will  you  not  come? 
'Tis  you  he  bids  welcome  ;  he  bids  you  come 

home. 

4  In  riches,  in  pleasures,  what  can  you  obtain, 
To  soothe  your  afflictions,  or  banish  your  pain? 
To  bear  up  your  spirit  when  summoned  to  die? 
Or  waft  you  to  mansions  of  glory  on  high  ? 

5  Why  will  you  be  starving  and  feeding  on 

air? 
There's  mercy  in  Jesus,  enough  and  to  spare; 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and  see, 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless  and 

free. 

6  Come,  give  us  your  hand,,  and  the  Saviour 

your  heart, 


40  MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS. 

And  trusting-  in  heaven,  we  never  shall  part ; 

0  how  can  we  leave,  you  ?  why  will  you  not 

come  ? 
We'll  journey  together,  and  soon  be  at  home. 

HYMN  28.— P.  M. 

Eden  of  Love. 

1  How  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  a- 

wait  me, 
In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest ; 
Where  glorified  spirits   with  welcome  shall 
greet  me. 
And  lead  me  in  mansions  prepared  for  the 
blest ; 
Encircled  with  light,  and  with  glory  enshroud- 
ed. 
My  happiness   perfect — my  mind's  eye  un- 
clouded ; 
I'll  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasures  unbounded, 
And  range  with  delight  through  the  Eden 
of  Love. 

2  While  angelic  legions  with  harps  tuned  ce- 

lestial, 
Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise  ; 
The  saints  as  ihey  flock  from  the  regions  ter- 
restrial, 
In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  shall  raise  ; 
Then  songs  to  the  Lamb  shall  re-echo  thro' 

Heaven, 
My  soul  shall  respond  to  Immanu£l  be  jjriven, 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS.  41 

All  !2"lory,  all  honor,  all  might  and  dominion, 
Who  brought  us  thro'  grace  to  the  Eden  of 
Love. 

3  Then  hail  blessed  state!   Hail  ye  songsters 
in  glory  I 
Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  soon  I'll  meet  you  above! 
And  join  your  blest  choir  in  rehearsing  the 
story, 
"  Salvation  from  sorrow,  thro'  Jesns'  love ;'' 
Tho'  prisoned  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation, 

Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prohibition, 
Of  joys  that  await  me,  when  freed  from  pro- 
bation, 
My  heart  now  in  Heaven,  the  Eden  of  Love. 


HYMN  29.— P.  M. 
''Remember  LoVs  Wife." 

1  The  ways  of  religion  true  pleasures  afford, 
There's  nothing  can  equal  the  joys  of  my  Lord  ; 
Forsake  all  the  world,  and  escape  for  your  life. 
And  look  not  behind  you,  "  Remember  Lot's 

wife." 

2  Ye  carnal  professors,  who  stand  on  your  lees, 
Amid  your  vain  pleasures,  your  profits  and 

ease; 
God  calls  you — arise,  and  escape  for  your  life. 
And  look  not  behind  you,  "  Remember  Lot's 

wife." 


42  MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS. 

3  The  first  bold  apostate  will  tempt  you  to 

stray, 
He'll  tell  you,  "JVb  danger  offallina;  away :" 
He  ineans  to  delude  you,  escape  for  your  life, 
And  look  not  behind  you,  "  Remember  Lot's 

wife." 

4  How  many  poor  souls  has  the  tempter  be- 

guiled! 
With  specious  temptations  how  many  defiled  I 
He  means  to  deceive  t/ou,  escape  for  your  life. 
And  look  not  behind  you,  "Remember  Lot's 

wife." 

5  But  if  you're  determined  the  call  to  refuse, 
The  way  of  destruction  forever  to  choose. 
For  hell  you  must  give  up  the  blessings  of  life, 
And  then,  if  not  now,  you'll  "Remember  Lot's 

wife." 


HYMN  30.— P.  M. 

Prayer. 

1  When  torn  is  the  bosom  by  sorrow  or  care, 

Be  it   ever  so   simple,  there's   nothing   like 

prayer ; 
It  eases,  soothes,  softens,  subdues,  yet  sustains. 
Gives  vigor  to  hope,  and  puts  passion  in  chains. 
Prayer,  prayer,  O,  sweet  prayer. 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like 
prayer. 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS.  43 

2  When  far  from  the  friends  we  hold  dearest 

we  part, 
What  fond  recollections  still  cling  to  the  heart, 
Past  converse,  past  scenes,  past  enjoyments 

are  there, 
O,  how  hurtfully  pleasing,  till  hallowed   by 
prayer. 
Prayer,  prayer,  O,  sweet  prayer, 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like 
prayer. 

3  When  pleasure  would  woo  us  from  piety's 

arms, 
The  siren  sings  sweetly,  or  silently  charms. 
We  listen,  love,  loiter,  are  caught  in  the  snare, 
On  looking  to  Jesus,  we  conquer  by  prayer. 
Prayer,  prayer,  O,  sweet  prayer. 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like 
prayer. 

4  While  strangers  to  prayer,  we  are  strangers 

to  bliss. 
Heaven  pours  its  full  streams  through  no  me- 

«       dium  but  this  ; 
And  till  we  the  seraph's  full  ecstasy  share. 
Our  chalice  of  joy  must  be  guarded  by  prayer. 
Prayer,  prayer,  O,  sweet  prayer, 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like 
prayer, 


44  MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS. 

HYMN  31.— p.  M. 

JeJiovah's  Chariot. 

1  The  chariot !  the  chariot !  its  wheels  roll 

in  fire, 

When  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of 
His  ire ! 

Lo,  self-moving  it  drives  on  its  path-way  of 
cloud, 

And  the  heavens  'neath  the  burden  of  God- 
head are  bowed. 

2  The   glory !  the   glory !    around  Him   are 

pour'd. 

Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  their 
Lord  ; 

And  the  glorified  saints  and  the  martyrs  are 
there, 

And  there  all  who  the  palm-wreaths  of  victo- 
ry wear. 

3  The  trumpet!  the  trumpet!  the  dead  have 

all  heard ! 
Lo !  the  depths  of  the  stone-covered  charnel 

are  stirred 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  sofith, 

from  the  north, 
All  the  vast  generations  of  man  are  come  forth^ 

4  The  Judgment!  the  judgment!  the  thrones 

are  all  set 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders 
are  met ; 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS.  45 

There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the 

Lord, 
Aiid  the  doom  of  Eternity  hangs  on  His  word. 


HYMN  S2.—8  &  7. 
Funeral  H^mn,* 
i  Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely. 
Gentle  as  the  s'unjaier  breeze, 
Pleasant  as  tlie  air  of  evening. 
When  it  floats  aoiong  the  trees. 

2  Peacef«l  be  thy  silent  shimber. 
Peaceful,  in  the  grave  so  low  ; 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number— 
Thou  no  more  our  sojigs  shalt  know. 

3  Dearest  sister,  tho«  hast  left  us, 
Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel ; 
But  'tis  God  that  hath  bereft  us. 
He  can  ail  our  sorrows  heal. 

4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 
When  the  day  of  life  is  fled. 

Then  in  heaven,  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 
Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 

*  Written  on  the  death  of  a  young  lady,  a  member 
of  ths  Afount  Vernon  School,  Bosto.iL. 


46  l>nSCELLANEODS    HTMW^^ 

HYMN  33.— P.  M. 

Christian  Perfection. 
2  Ye  wlio  know  your  sins  forgiven^ 
And  are  happy  in  the  Lord, 
Have  you  read  the  gracioiTs  pi"omise 

Which  is  left  upon  record  : 
I  will  sprinkle  you  with  water, 

I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin. 
Sanctify  and  make  you  haly, 
I  will  dwell  and  reign  within. 

2  Though  you  have  much  peace  andcomforti 

Greater  things  you  still  may  find, 
Freedom  from  unholy  tempers — 

Freedom  from  the  carnal  mind. 
To  procure  your  perfect  freedom, 

Jesus  sufFf^red,  groaned  and  died  ^ 
On  the  cross  the  healing  fountain 

Gushed  from  his  wounded  side« 

3  Oh,  ye  tender  babes  in  Jesus ! 

Hear  your  heavenly  Father's  will^ 
Claim  your  portion,  plead  his  proraise^ 

And  he  quickly  will  fulfil. 
Pray,  and  the  refining  fire 

Will  come,  stre.ami^ng  from  above  % 
Now  believe  and  gain  the  blessing,. 

Nothing  less  than  perfect  love. 

4  If  you  have  obtain'd  this  treasure, 

Search  and  you  shall  surely  find 
All  the  Christian  works  and  graces 
Planted,  growing  in  your  raiad^ 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS,  47 

Perfect  faith,  and  perfect  patience, 

Perfect  lowliness,  and  then 
Perfect  hope  and  perfect  meekness. 

Perfect  love  for  God  and  man. 

5  But  be  sure  to  gain  the  witness, 

Which  abides  both  day  and  night; 
This  your  God  has  plainly  promised, 

This  is  like  a  -stream  of  light ; 
While  you  keep  this  blessed  witnesSv 

All  is  clear  and  calm  within; 
God  himself  assures  you  by  it, 

That  your  heart  is  cleansed  from  siu. 

PAUSE. 

6  Be  as  holy  and  as  happy 

And  as  useful  hero  below, 
As  it  is  your  Father^s  pleasure, 

Jesus,  only  Jesus,  know. 
Spread,  oh  spread  the  holy  fire ! 

Tell,  oh  tell  what  God  has  done, 
Till  the  nations  are  conformed 

To  the  image  of  his  Son. 

7  Witnesses  might  h-e  produced 

Of  this  glorious  work  of  love, 
Paul  and  James,  and  John  arfd  Peter, 

Long  before  they  went  above. 
Hundreds,  thoub'ands,  tens  of  thousands 

Have,  and  do,  and  will  appear; 
Let  me  ask  the  solemn  questions 

Has  tlie  Lord  a  witness  here? 


48  MISCELLANEOUS    HIMNS, 

8  Wake  u|>,  brother,  wake  up,  sister. 

Seek,  oh  seek  this  holy  state  I 
None  but  holy  ones  can  enter 

Thro'  the  pare  celestial  gate: 
Can  yom  bear  the  thought  of  losing 

All  the  joys  that  are  above  ? 
No,  my  brother^  no,  m^y  sister, 

God  will  perfect  you  in  love. 

9  May  a  mighty  souimJ  from  heaveu 

Suddenly  come  rushing  down  ; 
Cloven  tongues,  like  as  cS"  fire, 

May  they  set  on  all  around. 
Oh,  may  every  soul  be  fill'd 

With  the  Holy  Ghast  to-day ! 
It  is  coming  I  it  is  coming ! 

Oh,  jM-epare,  prepare  the  way  ! 

HYMN  34.— P.  M. 
Ascension  of  C^nst 

1  Hail  the  day  that  saw  him  rise, 
RavishM  from  our  wishful  eyes  5 
Christ  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Reascends  his  native  heaven : 
There  the  pompous  triumph  waits ; 
"  Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates ; 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  s?cene, 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in  J" 

S  Him,  tho*  highest  heaven  receives. 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves  5 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS.  49 

Though  returning  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  the  world  his  own ; 
Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 
Prevalent  his  death  he  pleads ; 
Next  himself  prepares  our  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

3  Master,  (may  we  ever  say,) 
Taken  from  our  head  to-day; 
See  thy  faithful  servant,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee! 

Grant,  tho'  parted  from  our  sight, 
High  above  yon  azure  height — 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise, 
FoU'wing  thee  beyond  the  skies. 

4  Ever  upward  let  us  move. 
Wafted  on  the  wings  ot  love. 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come, 
Longing,  sighing  after  home  ; 
There  we  shall  with  thee  remain, 
Partners  of  thine  endless  reign  ; 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see — 
Find  our  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 

HYMN  35.— P.  M. 

The  Gospel  Spreading. 
1  The  morning  light  is  breaking, 
The  darkness  disappears ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 
To  penitential  tears ! 


50  MISCELLlNEOUa    HYMNS. 

Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean, 
Brings  tidings  from  afar. 

Of  nations  in  commotion, 
Prepared  for  Z ion's  war. 

2  Rich  clews  of  grace  come  o'er  us, 

In  many  a  gentle  shower  ; 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour: 
Each  cry  to  heaven  going, 

Abundant  answers  bring, 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

3  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  of  love  ; 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above. 
While  sinners  now  confessing. 

The  Gospel  call  obey  ; 

nd  seek  the  Savioui       ' 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

Blest  river  of  salvation ! 

Pursue  thy  onward  way ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  : 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly. 

Triumphant  reach  their  home, — 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy. 

Proclaim — '^The  Lord  is  come!" 


MISSIONARY    HYMNS.  51 


MISSIONARY  HYMNS. 


HYMN  36.— P.  M. 

Bishop  Heber''s  Hymn, 

1  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains. 

From  India's  coral  strand  ; 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  errors  chain. 

2  What  tho'  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle. 
Though  every  prospect  pleaseSj 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted^ 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
^hall  we  to  men  benighted. 
The  laiTip  of  life  deny  ? 


52  MISSIONARY  HYMiNS. 

Salvation !  O  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 
4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

HYMN  37.— P.  M. 

Missionaries^  Farewell. 

1  Yes,  my  native  land  I  love  thee, 

All  thy  scenes  I  love  them  well; 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell- 
Can  I  leave  thee 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

2  Home,  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely, 

Joys  no  stranger's  heart  can  tell ; 
Happy  home !  indeed  I  love  thee — 
Can  I,  can  I  say  farewell — 

Can  I  leave  thee 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ?  . 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure. 

Holy  days  and  Sabbath  bells ; 


MISSIONARY  HYMNS.  53 

Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure — 
Can  I  say  alas  !  farewell — 

Can  I  leave  you 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

Yes,  I  hasten  from  thee  gladly, 
From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well: 

Far  away  ye  billows  bear  me ! 
Lovely,  native  land  farewell — 

Pleased,  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

In  the  desert  let  me  labor, 
On  the  mountain  let  me  tell, 

How  he  died,  the  blessed  Saviour, — 
He  redeem'd  a  world  from  hell — 

Glad  I  leave  thee — 
Native  land,  farewell,  farewell. 


HYMN  38.— P.  M. 

Advent  of  Christ. 

[by  rev.  S.  O.  WRIGHT.] 

The  dews  lay  dark  on  Hermon, 

And  soft  on  Zion's  height, 
The  glassy  wave  of  Kedron 

Bore  on  the  song  of  night. 
When  Jew  and  Gentile  stranger 

Beheld  a  light  afar — 
For  lo !  at  Bethlehem's  manger 

Arose  Salvation's  Star  ! 


54  MISSIONARY   HYMNS. 

2  Its  rays  were  brightly  glowing 

O'er  Judah's  hills  and  plains, 
And  Seraph's  cliorus  flowing, 

Awoke  inspiring  strains ; 
Through  lands  of  mighty  story 

The  song  of  angels  ran, 
While  thrill'd  the  harps  of  glory — 

"  Good  will  and  peace  to  man !" 

3  On  Afric's  silvery  rivers, 

On  Greenland's  crest  of  snow, 
On  broken  bow  and  quivers, 

And  idols  bloody  show, 
The  morn  of  truth  is  breaking  ! 

Lo !  error  turns  her  eye — 
Her  throne  beneath  her  shaking — 

And  bids  her  minions  fly ! 

4  Soon  earth's  loud  praise  ascending, 

Shall  hush  the  notes  of  wo, 
And  throne  and  kingdom  blending, 

The  love  of  Jesus  know  ; — 
And  o'er  each  tribe  and  nation 

The  cross  of  Christ  shall  wave, 
Repeating  thro'  creation — 

The  Lord  has  come  to  Save! 

HYMN  39.— P.  M. 
Address  to  Missionaries. 
1  Hail,  ye  heralds  of  salvation, 
gent  by  Gobi's  Almighty  Son  i 


MISSIONARY   HYMNS.  55 

Flying  far  to  heathen  nations 

To  proclaim  what  has  been  done, 

For  poor  sinners, 
By  the  holy  Three  in  One. 


Sleeping  in  their  moral  grave, 

Yoii  are  sent  as  lights  to  show  them 

Who  hath  died  the  world  to  save : 

Happy  tidings ! 
See  the  gospel's  banner  wave  ! 

3  Fly  away  to  dark  Liberia, 

Raise  the  gospel  standard  high! 
Soon  a  mighty  flood  of  glory 
Will  descend  from  yonder  sky  ! 

Free  Salvation, 
Jesus  for  the  world  did  die  ! 

4  He'll  preserve  while  far  you  wander 

Where  the  mighty  Niger  rolls; 
Tho'  you're  pilgrims  there  and  strangers, 
Toil  to  save  immortal  souls  : 
Blow  your  trumpets ! 
Say  to  all,  "the  Lamb  behold!" 

5  Follow  Jesus  Christ  your  Master; 

Think  the  strife  will  soon  be  o'er; 
Then  in  realms  of  brightest  glory 
You  shall  reign  forever  more: 

Hallelujah! 
View  by  faith  the  joyful  hour! 


56  MISSIONARY  HYMNS. 

6  In  the  realms  of  endless  glory, 
Saints  of  God  forever  reifjn, 
Bearing  palms  of  noble  vict'ry, 
Free  from  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain  : 

Songs  of  glory, 
Through  all  heaven's  high  arches  ring! 

HYMN  40.— L.  M. 
Darkness  of  Palestine. 

1  Night  wraps  the  land  where  Jesus  spoke, 
No  guiding  star  the  wise  men  see; 

And  heavy  is  oppression's  yoke, 

Where  first  the  gospel  said,  Be  free, 

2  And  where  the  harps  of  angels  bore. 
Heaven's  message  to  the  shepherd  throng, 

Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  no  more 
To  murmur  Bethlehem's  vales  along. 

3  Send  forth,  send  forth  the  glorious  light 
That  from  eternal  wo  doth  save  ; 

And  bid  Christ's  heralds  speed  their  flight, 
Ere  millions  find  a  hopeless  grave. 

4  Behold  the  knee  of  childhood  bends 
In  prayer  for  that  benighted  land  ; 

And  with  its  Sabbath  lesson  blends 
Fond  memory  of  the  mission  band. 

5  With  pitying  zeal  o'er  ocean's  wave. 
We  reach,  the  helpless  hand  to  take; 

O,  may  we  but  one  wanderer  save  ! 
We  ask  it  for  a  Saviour's  sake. 


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HYMN  41.— p.  M. 

Ow  Western  Heathen. 

1  Fkom  o'er  the  Rocky  mountains, 

Where  prairies  wide  are  spread, 
Where  streams  from  forest  fountains, 

Flow  west  to  ocean's  bed  : 
See  savage  men  descending 

To  Mississippi's  vale, 
Their  eager  eyes  still  bending 

An  eastern  light  to  hail. 

2  For  they  have  heard  a  story, 

Of  God's  most  holy  Book ; 
All  full  of  light  and  glory, 

On  which  their  eyes  may  look; 
And  they  like  Eastern  sages, 

Who  journey'd  from  afar, 
Have  travel'd  weary  stages, 

To  hail  an  eastern  star  I 

3  "Have  you  that  Book  from  Heaven," 

The  western  wise  men  say. 
To  us  shall  it  be  given, 

"To  guide  us  on  our  way? 
We're  wanderers,  all  our  nation, 

Deep  lost  in  gloomy  night; 
O  let  us  know  salvation  ! 

O  give  us  heaven-born  light!" 

4  Yes,  red  men,  here  out-beaming, 

God's  Book  shines  strong  and  free  ; 
And  soon  its  radiance  gleaming, 
Your  children's  eyes  shall  see ; — 


58  MISSIONARY  HYMNS. 

And  soon  upon  your  mountains, 
Shall  Gospel  heralds  stand  ! 

And  soon  shall  Zion's  fountains 
Stream  gladness  thro'  your  land. 


HYMN  42.— P.  M. 

Free  Grace. 

1  From  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
When  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  I  hear 
Bursting  on  my  ravished  ear ! 

Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

2  Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne, 
Why  beneathvthy  burdens  groan  ? 
On  my  pierced  body  laid. 

Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid. 
Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

3  Spread  for  thee  the  festal  board, 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored  ; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  press'd. 
Yet  again  a  child  confess'd  ; 

Never  from  his  house  to  roam, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

4  Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end, 
Lo !  I  come,  your  Saviour,  Friend, 


MISSIONARY  HYMNS.  59 

Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 
To  the  realms  of  endless  day  ; 
'         Up  to  my  eternal  liome, 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

HYMN  43.-7  &  6. 

The  Jews. 

1  Shepherd  of  Israel,  thou  didst  lead 

Thy  flock  the  desert  through, 
And  from  between  the  cherubim, 
Thy  beaming  mercy  show. 

2  But  now  for  ages  they  have  been 

Far  banished  from  thy  sight, 
[!    Wandering  through  all  the  earth,  as  those 
j        In  whom  is  no  delight. 

P  Yet  is  thy  word  of  promise  sure, 
That  they  shall  be  restored  ; 
And  with  the  Gentile  church  unite 
To  love  and  serve  the  Lord. 

4  Our  faith  in  expectation  waits 
With  ever-longing  eyes  ; 
O,  bid  the  shadows  flee  away, — 
That  glorious  morning  rise. 


HYMN  44— 7s. 

1  Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  ita  signs  of  promise  are. — 


)  MISSIONARY  MTMN3. 

Traveller !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 
See  that  glory-beaming  star! 

Watchman  I  does  its  beauteous  ray 
Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? — 

Traveller!  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, — 
Promised  day  of  Israel ! 

Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. — 
Traveller  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. — 
Watchman!  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? — 
Traveller !  ages  are  its  own ; 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. — 
Traveller!  darkness  takes  its  flight. 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. — 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. — 
Traveller !  lo,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Ijo,  the  Son  of  God,  is  come ! 


HYMN  45. 
1  Wake,  isles  of  the  south !  your  redemptio: 
is  near; 

No  longer  repose  in  the  borders  of  gloom ; 
The  strength  of  his  chosen  in  love  will  appear, 


i 


MISSIONARY  HYMNS.  61 

And  lights  shall  arise  on  the  verge  of  the 
tomb. 

2  The  billows  that  girt  you,  the  wild  waves 

that  roar, 
The  zephyrs  that  play  when  the  ocean 

storms  cease, 
iShall  waft  the  glad  sound  to  your  desolate 

shore, 
Shall  waft  the  glad  tidings  of  pardon  and 

peace. 

3  The  heathen  will  hasten  to  welcome  the  time. 
The  day-spring  the  prophet  in  vision  once 

saw  ; 
When  the  beams  of  Messiah  will  illumine 
each  clime, 
And  the  isles  of  the  ocean  shall  wait  for  his 
law. 

4  On  the  regions  that  sit  in  the  darkness  of 

night, 
The  land  of  despair,  to  oblivion  a  prey. 
The  morning  will  open  with  healing  and  light ; 
The  glad  star  of  Bethlehem  will  brighten 

to-day. 

HYMN  46.-78, 
1  See  how  great  a  flame  aspires, 
Kindled  by  a  spark  of  grace ! 
Jesus'  love  the  nations  fires. 
Sets  the  kingdoms  on  a  blaze. 


62  MISSIONARY   HYMNS. 

Jesus,  mighty  to  redeem, 

He  alone  the  work  hath  wrought; 
Worthy  is  the  work  of  him, 

Him  who  spake  a  world  from  nought 

2  When  he  first  the  work  began. 

Small  and  feeble  was  his  day ; 
Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run, 

Now  it  wins  its  widening  way  ; 
More  and  more  it  spreads  and  grows, 

Ever  mighty  to  prevail  ; 
Sin's  strongholds  it  now  o'erthrowg, 

Shakes  the  trembling  gates  of  hell. 

3  Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 

Little  as  a  human  hand  ? 
No  IV  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 

Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land ; 
Lo,  the  promise  of  a  shower 

Drops  already  from  above  ; 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 

AH  the  spirit  of  his  love ! 


HYMN  47.— C.  M. 
Behold,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord, 

In  latter  days,  shall  rise 
Above  the  mountains  and  the  hills, 

And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 
All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow ; 


MISSIONARY  HYMNS.  63 

«  Up  to  the  hill  of  God,"  they  say, 
"  And  to  his  courts  we'll  go." 

3  The  beams  that  shine  on  Z ion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  King  who  reignain  Zion's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 


HYMN  48.-8,  7,  &  4. 

1  On  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo,  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands. 

Mourning  captive  ! 
God  himself  shall  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking; 

Joyful  limes  are  near  at  hand  ; 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
.   By  his  Avord,  in  every  land  ; 
When  he  chooses, 

Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

3  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring, 

While  he  enters  like  a  flood, 
God,  the  Saviour,  is  preparing 
Means  to  spread  his  truth  abroad  : 

Every  language 
Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 


64  MISSIONARY  HYMNS. 

HYMN  49.-S.  M. 

1  Ye  messengers  of  Christ, 

His  sovereign  voice  obey; 
Arise,  and  follow  where  he  leads, 
And  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  Master  whom  you  serve 

Will  needful  strength  bestow ; 
Depending  on  his  promised  aid, 
With  sacred  courage,  go. 

3  Go,  spread  the  Saviour's  fame ; 

Go,  tell  his  matchless  grace  ; 
Proclaim  salvation  full  and  free 
To  Adam's  guilty  race. 

4  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains. 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose; 
The  cause  is  God's,  and  will  prevail 
*    In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 


HYMN  50.— L.  M. 

1  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light! 
Behold  the  fields,  already  white ; 
The  glorious  harvest  now  is  come; 
See  ransomed  sinners  flocking  home. 

2  Moved  by  the  Spirit's  softest  wind. 
Their  hearts  are  all  as  one  inclined ; 
Their  former  sins  and  follies. mourn; 
They  bow,  and  to  their  God  return. 


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3  Improve  the  harvest,  fleeing  fast, 
Ere  yet  the  shining'  season's  past; 
When  all  the  work  of  life  shall  end, 
The  last,  the  long-,  dark  night  descend. 

HYMN  51.— 7  &  a 
The  Grave  of  Cox. 
I  From  Niger's  dubious  billoAV, 

From  Gambia's  silver  wave: 
Where  rests,  on  death's  cold  pillow, 

The  tenant  of  the  grave  ; 
We  hear  a  voice  of  weeping, 

Like  low-toned  lutes  at  night, 
In  plaintive  echoes  sweeping 

Up  Mesurado's  height 

2  The  palm-tree  o'er  him  waving, 

The  grass  above  his  head, 
The  stream  his  clay-couch  laving, — 

All,  all  proclaim  him  dead: 
Dead  !  but  alive  in  glory, 

A  conqueror  at  rest; 
Embalmed  in  sacred  story. 

And  crowned  among  the  blest. 

■3  A  martyr's  grave  encloses 

His  wearied  frame  at  last, 
Perfumed  with  heaven's  sweet  roses, 

On  his  dear  bosom  cast  ; 
And  Afric's  sons,  deploring 

Their  champion  laid  low, 
3 


66  MISSIONARY   HIMNS. 

Like  many  waters  roaring, 
Unbosom  all  their  woe. 

4  The  Moon's  lone  chain  of  moimtahMF, 

The  plain  where  Carthage  stood, 
Jugurtha's  ancient  fountains, 

And  Teenibo's  palmy  Avood, 
Are  wild  with  notes  of  sorrow. 

Above  their  sainted  friend, 
To  whom  there  comes  no  morrow, 

But  glory  without  end. 


HYMN  52.-8  &  7. 

ELL,  mother  !  Jesus  ( 

Far  away  from  home  and  thee  ; 

Earthly  love  no  more  enthralls  me, 

When  a  bleeding-  cross  I  see. 
Farewell,  mother !  Do  not  pain  me 

By  thine  agonizing  woe  : 
Those  fond  arms  cannot  detain  me : 
Dearest  mother,  I  must  go. 

Farewell,  father  !  O,  how  tender 
Are  the  cords  that  bind  me  here ! 

Jesus  !  help  me  to  surrender 
All  I  love,  without  a  tear. 

No,  my  Saviour !  Wert  thou  tearless, 
Leaning-  o'er  the  buried  dead  ? 

At  this  hour,  so  sad  and  cheerless, 
Shall  not  burning  tears  be  shed  ? 


MISSIONARY  HYMNS.  67 

Farewell,  sister !  Do  not  press  me 

To  thy  young  and  throbbing  heart: 
O,  no  longer  now  distress  me  ! 

Sister,  sister,  we  must  part. 
Farewell,  pale  and  silent  brother! 

How  I  grieve  to  pain  thee  so  ! 
Father — mother — sister — brother — 

Jesus  calls— Oy  let  me  go  ! 


HYMN  53.-8,  7,  &  4. 

1  Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee  ; 

All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well ; 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

2  Home !  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely ; 

Joys  no  stranger  heart  can  tell: 
Happy  home !  'tis  sure  I  love  thee  : 
Can  I,  can  I  say,  Farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell.'' 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holy  days,  and  Sabbath  bell, — 
R,ichest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure,- 
Can  1  say  a  last  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 


6S  MISSIONARr   HYMiNS. 

4  Yes! — I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 

From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well : 
Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me  : 
Lovely,  native  land,  farewell ! 

Pleased,  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labor, 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 
How  he  died — the  blessed  Saviour — 
.To  redeem  a  world  from  hell : 

Let  me  hasten, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean  ; 

Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell : 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
While  I  g-o  far  hence  to  dwell: 

Glad,  1  bid  thee. 
Native  land,  Fcwewell !  Farewell ! 


HYMN  54.— L.  M. 

1  From  Afric's  burning-,  arid  sands, 

And  Asia's  mild,  resplendent  sky, 

Let  converts,  from  the  heathen  lands, 

As  doves  into  their  windows,  fly. 

2  With  Europe  may  they  join  to  bless 

The  Saviour's  name,  his  praise  prolong, 
And  islands  of  the  southern  seas 
Join  with  America  the  song. 


MISSIONARY    HYMNS.  69 

HYMN  55.— L.  M. 

1  Soon  may  the  last  glad  song-  arrise, 
Throufrh  all  the  millions  of  the  skies, 
l^hat  song-  of  triumph  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's  ! 

2  Let  thrones,  and  powers,  and  kingdoms,  be 
Ohedient,  mighty  God,  to  thee  ! 

And  over  land,  and  stream,  and  main,. 
Now  wave  the  sceptre  of  thy  reign  ! 

3  O  let  that  glorious  anthem  swell, 
Let  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell, 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains, 
But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 


70  ANTI-SLAVERY   HYMNS. 


ANTI-SLAVERY  HYMNS. 


HYMN  56.— P.  M. 
Sympathy  for  the  Oppressed. 

Hark  !  I  hear  the  voice  of  anguish, 

In  my  own,  my  native  land  ; 
Brethren  doom'd  in  chains  to  languish, 

Lift  to  heaven  the  fettered  hand, 
And  despairing, 

Death  to  end  their  grief  demand. 

Let  us  raise  our  supplication, 

For  the  scourg'd  and  sujflf'ring  slave- 
All  whose  life  is  desolation — 

All  whose  hope  is  in  the  grave ; 
God  of  mercy, 

From  thy  Throne,  O  hear  and  save ! 

Those  in  bonds  we  would  remember, 
Lord!  our  hands  with  theirs  are  bound; 

With  each  helpless  suffering  member, 
Let  our  sympathies  be  found, 

Till  our  labors 
Spread  the  smile  of  freedom  round. 


ANTI- SLAVERY   HYMNS.  71 

4  Even  now  the  word  is  spoken ; 

Tyrants'  cruel  power  must  cease — 
From  the  slave  the  chain  be  broken — 
Captives,  hail  the  kind  release : 

Then  in  splendor 
Christ  shall  reign,  the  Prince  of  peace. 

HYMN  57.— L.  M. 

Parting  Hymn. 

1  Come,  Christian  brethren  !  ere  we  part, 
Join  every  voice  and  every  heart. 
One  solemn  hymn  to  God  we  raise, 
One  final  song  of  grateful  praise. 

2  Christians,  we  here  may  meet  no  more, 
But  there  is  yet  a  happier  shore ; 

And  there  released  from  toil  and  pain, 
Dear  brethren,  we  shall  meet  again. 

HYMN  58.— L.  M. 
Convention. 

1  Assembled  at  thy  great  command, 
Before  thy  face,  dread  King,  we  stand  ; 
The  voice  that  marshall'd  every  star. 
Has  call'd  thy  people  from  afar. 

2  We  meet  through  distant  lands  to  spread 
The  truth  for  which  the  Martyrs  bled ; 
Along  the  line — to  either  pole — 

Tiie  thunder  of  thy  praise  to  roll. 


72  ANTI-SLAVERY    HYMNS. 

3  First,  bow  onr  hearts  beneath  thy  sway  t 
Then  give  tiiy  j^Towing  empire  way, 
O'er  wastes  of  sin — o'er  fields  of  blood  — 
Till  all  mankind  shall  be  subdued. 

4  Our  prayers  assist— accept  our  praise— 
Ouriiopes  revive — our  courage  raise — 
Our  counsels  aid — and  oh  I  impart 
The  single  eye, — the  faithful  heart. 

5  Forth  with  thy  chosen  heralds  come, 
Recal  the  wand'ring  spirit  home  : 
From  Zion's  mount  send  forth  the  sound 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 


HYMN  59.— C.  M. 
The  Mission  of  Christ. 

1  Hark!  the  glad  sound  !  the  Saviour  comes, 
The  Saviour,  promised  long; 

Let  every  lieart  a  throne  prepare, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  spirit,  largely  poured, 
Exerts  its  holy  fire  ; 

Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
His  sacred  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes  ihe  prisoners  to  release, 
In  wretched  bondage  held: 

The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 


ANTI-SLAVERY    HYMNS.  73 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  o?  vice 
To  clear  the  mental  ray; 

And  on  tlie  eye-balls  of  the  blind, 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 
The  bleeding'  soul  to  cure  ; 

And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace. 
To  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Thy  Avelcome  shall  prQ(|^aim  ; 

And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


HYMN  60.— 7s. 
So7ig  of  Jubilee. 

1  Hark! — the  song  of  jubilee, 

Loud — as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  tiie  shore  ! 

2  See  Jehovah's  banners  furled  ! 

Sheath'd  his  sword:  he  speaks,  'tis  done! 
Now  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 
Are  the  kingdom  of  his  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  supreme,  unbounded  sway  : 
He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 
Yonder  heavens  have  pass'd  away  ! 


74  ANTI-SLAVERY    HYMNS. 

4  Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord, 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign: 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  v/ord 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 


HYMN  61.— L.  M. 
The  Christian  Warfare. 

1  Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gqspel  armor  on : 
March  to  the  gafes  of  endless  joy, 
Where  thy  great  Captain  Saviour's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course ; 
But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes: 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph — when  he  rose. 

3  What  though  thine  inward  lust  rebel? 
'T  is  but  a  struggling  gasp  for  life  ; 
The  weapons  of  victorious  grace 
Shall  slay  thy  sins  and  end  the  strife. 

4  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on. 
Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait 

5  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  Almighty  grace ; 


ANTI-SLAVERY    HYMNS.  75 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 


HYMN  62.— 7s. 
For  the  Monthly  Concert. 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here, 

Fightwe  must,  but  should  not  fear, 
Foes  we  have,  but  we'e  a  friend, 

One  who  loves  us  to  the  end ; 
Forward,  then,  with  courage  go. 

Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below; 
Soon  the  joyful  word  will  come, 

Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 

In  the  world  a  thousand  snares 

Lay  to  take  us  unawares ; 
Slavery  with  malicious  art. 

Watches  each  unguarded  heart; 
But  from  hate  and  malice  free. 

Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be ; 
Soon  the  joyful  word  will  come, 

Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 

But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 
None  so  apt  to  turn  our  feet — 

To  betray  us  into  sin, 

As  t^e  foes  we  have  within; 

Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 
Christ  will  also  conquer  these  ; 


76  ANTI-SLAVERY    HYMNS. 

Then  the  joyful  word  will  come, 

Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 

HYMN  63.— C.  M. 
For  the  Monthly  Concert. 

1  "  Break  every  yoke,"  the  Gospel  cries, 

"  And  let  the  oppress'd  go  free  ;" 
Let  every  captive  taste  the  joys 
Of  peace  and  liberty. 

2  Lord,  when  shall,  man  thy  voice  obey. 

And  rend  each  iron  chain, 

0  when  shall  love  its  golden'sway 
O'er  all  the  earth  maintain. 

3  Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above. 

And  melt  the  oppressor's  heart, 
Send  sweet  deliverance  to  the  slave, 
And  bid  his  woes  depart. 

4  With  freedom's  blessings  crown  his  day — 

O'erflow  his  heart  with  love. 
Teach  him  that  strait  and  narrow  way, 
Which  leads  to  rest  above. 

HYMN  64.— S.  M. 
Speaking  the  Truth  in  Love. 

1  Equip  me  for  the  war, 

And  teach  m.y  hands  to  fi^t ; 

My  simple  upright  heart  prepare, 

And  guide  my  words  aright. 


ANTI-SLAVERY    HYMNS.  77 

2  Control  my  every  thought ; 

M}''  whole  of  sin  remove; 
Let  all  my  works  in  thee  be  wrought ; 
Let  all  be  wrought  in  love. 

3  O  arm  me  with  the  mind, 

Saviour,  that  was  in  thee ! 
And  let  my  knowing  zeal  be  joined 
With  perfect  charity. 

4  With  calm  and  tempered  zeal 

Let  me  enforce  thy  call ; 
And  vindicate  thy  gracious  will, 
Which  offers  life  to  all. 

5  O  may  I  love  like  thee! 

In  all  thy  footsteps  tread ! 
Thou  hatest  all  iniquity. 

But  nothing  thou  hast  made. 

6  O  may  I  learn  the  art, 

With  meekness  to  reprove  I 
To  hate  the  sin  with  all  my  heart, 
But  still  the  sinner  love. 


HYMN  65.— 7s. 
Lord  Deliver. 
1  Lord  deliver!  thou  canst  save. 
Save  from  evil.  Mighty  God  ; — 
Hear!  oh  hear  the  kneeling  slave  ;— - 
Break,  oh  break  the  oppressor's  rod. 


78  AWTI-SLAVERY   HYMNS. 

2  That  captive's  prayer — may  it  fill 

All  the  earth,  and  all  the  sky ; 
Every  other  voice  be  still, 

While  he  pleads  to  God  on  high. 

3  He  whose  ear  is  every  where, 

Who  doth  silent  sorrow  see, 
He  will  hear  the  captive's  prayer — 
He  can  set  the  captive  free. 

4  From  the  tyranny  within, 

Save  thy  children.  Lord,  we  pray ; 
Chains  of  iron,  chains  of  sin — 
Let  them  all  be  cast  away. 

5  Love  to  man,  and  love  to  God, 

These  must  all  our  weapons  be ; 

These  can  break  the  oppressor's  rod, 

These  will  set  the  captive  free. 

HYMN  66.— L.  M. 
Seventy-second  Psalm  of  Davids 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  : 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  Behold  !  the  islands,  with  their  kings, 
And  Europe  her  best  tribute  brings: 
From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet, 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 


ANTI-SLAVERY   HYMNS.  79 

3  There  Persia,  glorious  to  behold, 
There  [ndia  shines  in  Eastern  gold: 
And  barbarous  nations  at  his  word. 
Submit,  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord. 

4  To  hinj  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head; 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice- 

5  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

6  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains, 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest. 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blessed. 

7  Where  he  displays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more ; 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 

More  blessings  than  their  father  lost 

8  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Araen. 

HYMN  67.— P.  M. 
Prayer  of  the  Martyr. 
1  God  of  Israel's  faithful  three, 
Who  braved  the  tyrant's  ire, 


80  ANTI- SLAVERY    HYMNS. 

Nobly  scorned  to  bow  the  knee, 
And  walked  unhurt  in  fire: 

2  Breathe  their  faith  into  my  breast; 
Arm  me  in  this  fiery  hour ; 
Stand,  O  Son  of  Man,  confest 
In  ail  thy  saving  power ! 


HYMN  68.-P.  M. 
Prayer  for  the  Mordhly  Concert. 
From  foes  that  would  the  land  devour;. 
From  guilty  pride,  and  lust  of  power  j 
From  wild  sedition's  lawless  hour; 

From  yoke  of  slavery ; 
From  blinded  zeal  by  faction  led  ; 
From  giddy  change  by  fancy  bred ; 
From  poisonous  error''s  serpent  head, 

Good  Lord,  preserve  us  free  ! 

Defend,  oh  God  !  with  guardian  hand, 

The  laws  and  rulers  of  our  land, 

And  grant  our  church  thy  grace  to  stand* 

In  faith  and  unity  ! 
The  Spirit's  help  of  thee  we  crave, 
That  thou  whose  blood  was  shed  to  save, 
May'st,  at  thy  second  coming,  have 

A  flock  to  welcome  thee! 


ANTI- SLAVERY    HYMNS.  8] 

HYMN  69.-7  &  6. 
Fourth  of  July. 

1  Heard  ye  the  mighty  rushing  ? 

As  a  storm-waked  sea  it  came  ; 
'T  was  a  nation's  deep  rejoicing" 

For  her  proud  and  spotless  name. 
Land  of  my  sleeping*  fathers  ! 

O'er  thee  no  chain  is  flung  ; 
Through  all  thy  verdant  valleys 

The  shout  of  joy  is  rung. 

2  Wide  o'er  thy  rolling  rivers, 

Thy  fair  and  sunny  plains, 
And  up  thy  woody  mountains, 

The  soul  of  freedom  reigns. 
Land  of  my  sleeping  fathers  ! 

O'er  thee  no  chain  is  flung? 
Through  all  thy  verdant  valle-ys 

The  shout  of  joy  is  rung. 

3  And  is  there  then  no  shadow 

To  dim  this  hallowed  mirth  ? 
And  shall  thy  name,  my  country, 

Be  the  watch- word  o'er  the  earth? 
Are  all  the  captives  loosened  ? 

The  fettered  slave  set  free  ? 
Is  his  crushed  spirit  gladdened 

On  this  gay  jubilee  ? 

4  Say  to  the  captive  toiling 

In  freedom's  proud  abode, 


82  ANTI-SLAVERY    HYMNS. 

"Cast  off  thy  fetters,  brother, 
Take  back  the  g;ijt  of  God:' 

Let  not  oppression  linger 

Where  starry  banners  wave  ; 

Swell  high  the  shout  of  freedom, 
Let  it  echo  for  the  slave. 


HYMN  70.— L.  M. 
Convention. 

1  "  Awake  my  people  !"  saith  your  God  ! 
Your  brother's  blood  the  land  profanes ! 

Ye  bend  beneath  the  oppressor's  rod — 
He  binds  your  spirits  in  his  chains. 

2  With  breaking  heart  and  tortured  nerve, 
Your  brother  drains  the  accursed  cup! 

Now  in  the  name  of  him  ye  serve — 
The  living  God  of  hosts — come  up! 

3  While  faith  each  fervent  spirit  fills, 
Arise!  with  hope  and  triumph  crowned! 

Shout  freedom  through  your  hundred  hills 
Till  banded  hosts  come  surging  round ! 

4  Our  God !  we  come  at  thy  commands ; — 
Thy  people  offer  willingly  ! 

No  swords  are  in  our  peaceful  hands, — 
From  wrath  and  doubt  our  hearts  are  free. 

5  Vowed  to  the  cause  of  awful  Truth, 
As  erst  our  Pilgrim  Fatiiers  came, 

With  maid  and  matron,  age  and  youth. 
We  throng  round  Freedom's  kindling  flame. 


ANTI-SLAVERY   HYMNS.  83 

HYMN  71.— C.  M. 

Emancipation. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on: 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'T  is  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 
'T  is  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye  : — 

4  That  prize,  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs'  gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

5  My  soul  with  all  thy  waken'd  powers, 

Survey  the  immortal  prize ; 
Nor  let  the  glittering  toys  of  earth, 
Allure  thy  wandering  eyes. 

HYMN  72.— L.  M. 

Monthly  Concert  of  Prayer  for  Emancipation, 
1  Oh,  God  of  Freedom  !  bless  this  night,* 
The  steadfast  hearts  that  toil  as  one, 

*  The  last  Monday  night  of  every  month. 


84  ANTI- SLAVERY    HYMNS. 

Till  thy  sure  law  of  truth  and  rig-ht, 
Alike  in  heaven  and  earth  be  done. 

2  A  piercing-  voice  of  grief  and  wrong", 
Goes  upward  from  the  groaning  earth! 
Oh  true  and  holy  Lord  !  how  long-? 
In  majesty  and  might  come  forth! 

3  Yet,  Lord,  remembering-  mercy  too, 
Behold  the  oppressor  in  his  sin  ; 
Pflake  all  his  actions  just  and  true, 
Renew  his  wayward  heart  within. 

4  From  thee  let  righteous  purpose  flow, 
And  find  in  every  heart  its  home. 
Till  truth  and  judg-ment  reign  below, 
And  here,  on  earth,  thy  kingdom  come. 

HYMN  73.— L.  M. 

Prayer  of  the  Liberator. 

1  Steel  me  to  shame,  reproach,  disgrace; 
Arm  me  with  all  thine  armor  now; 

Set  like  a  flint  my  steady  face, 
*    Harden  to  adamant  my  brow. 

2  Bold  may  I  wax,  exceeding  bold, 
My  high  commission  to  perform, 

Nor  shrink  the  harshest  truths  to  unfold. 
But  more  than  meet  the  gath'ring  storm. 

S^Adverse  to  earth's  rebellious  throng, 
'still  may  I  turn  my  fearless  face  ; 


ANTI-SLAVERY    HYMNS.  85 

Stand  as  an  iron  pillar  strong, 

And  steadfast  thro'  thy  strength'ning' grace. 

14  Give  me  thy  might,  thou  God  of  power, 
I      Then,  let  or  men  or  fiends  assail, 
I  Strong  in  thy  strength,  I'll  stand,  a  tower, 
I     Tilllight  and  liberty  prevail. 

HYMN  74.— L.  M. 

Prayer  for  the  Slave. 

1  O  Let  the  prisoners'  mournful  sighs, 
As  incense  in  thy  sight  appear! 

Their  humble  wailings  pierce  the  skies, 
If  haply  they  may  ieel  thee  near. 

2  The  captive  exiies  make  their  moans, 
From  sin  impatient  to  be  free ; 

Call  home,  call  home,  thy  banished  ones ! 
Lead  captive  their  captivity  !  , 

3  Out  of  the  deep  regard  their  cries, 
The  fallen  raise,  the  mourners  cheer, 

O  Son  of  Righteousness  arise, 

And  scatter  all  their  doubt  and  fear! 

4  Stand  by  them  in  the  fierjr  hour, 
Their  feebleness  of  mind  defend  ; 

And  in  their  weakness  show  thy  power, 
And  make  them  patient  to  the  end. 

5  Relieve  the  souls  whose  cross  we  bear, 
For  whom  thy  suffering  members  mourn  : 


86  ANTI-SLAVERY   HYMNS. 

Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer  ; 
And  break  the  yoke  so  meekly  borne ! 


HYMN  75.-7  &  6. 
Patriotism  and  Sympathy, 

1  Think  of  our  country's  glory, 

All  dimm'd  with  Afric's  tears — 
Her  broad  flag  stain'd  and  gory, 
With  the  hoarded  guilt  of  years. 

2  Think  of  the  frantic  mother, 

Lamenting  for  her  child, 
Till  falling  lashes  smother 
Her  cries  of  anguish  wild. 

3  Think  of  the  prayers  ascending, 

Yet  shrieked,  alas  !  in  vain, 
When  heart  from  heart  is  rending, 
Ne'er  to  be  joined  again  I 

4  Shall  we  behold  unheeding. 

Life's  holiest  feelings  crush'd  ? 
When  woman's  heart  is  bleeding. 
Shall  woman's  voice  be  hush'd  ? 

5  Oh,  no  I  by  every  blessing. 

That  heaven  to  thee  may  lend — 
Remember  their  oppression. 
Forget  not,  sister,  friend. 


ANTI-SLAVERY    HYMNS.  87 

HYMN  76.-6  &  4. 
Prayer  for  the  Oppressed. 

1  With  thy  pure  dews  and  rains, 
Wash  out,  O  God,  the  stains 

From  Afric's  shore; 
And,  while  her  palm-trees  bud, 
Let  not  her  children's-  blood 
With  her  broad  Niger's  flood 

Be  mingled  more ! 

2  Q,uench,  righteous  God,  the  thirst 
That  Congo's  sons  hath  cursed — 

The  thirst  for  gold  ! 
Shall  not  thy  thunders  speak. 
Where  Mammon's  altars  reek, 
Where  maids  and  matrons  shriek, 

Bound,  bleeding,  sold  ? 

3  Hear'st  thou,  O  God,  those  chains, 
•    Clanking  on  Freedom's  plains. 

By  Christians  wrought! 
Them,  who  those  chains  have  worn, 
Christians  from  home  have  torn, 
Christians  have  hither  borne. 

Christians  have  bought 

4  Cast  down,  great  God,  the  fanes, 
That,  to  unhallowed  gains. 

Round  us  have  risen — 
Temples,  whose  priesthood  pore 
Moses  and  Jesus  o'er, 


ANTI-SLAVERY    HYMNS. 

Then  bolt  the  black  man's  door, 
The  poor  man's  prison ! 

Wilt  thou  not,  Lord,  at  last, 
From  thine  own  imafre  cast 

Away  all  cords, 
But  that  of  love,  which  brings 
Man,  from  his  wanderings, 
Back  to  the  ]\incy  of  kings, 

The  Lord  of  lords  ! 


HYMN  77.— L.  M. 

Self-Reproof. 

1  When  injured  Afric's  captive  claim, 
Loads  the  sad  gale  with  startling  moan, 

The  frown  of  deep  indignant  blame 
Bend  not  on  Southern  climes  alone. 

2  Her  toil,  and  chain,  and  scalding  tear, 
Our  daily  board  with  luxuries  deck. 

And  to  dark  slavery's  yoke  severe. 
Our  Fathers  helped  to  bow  her  neck. 

3  If  slumbering  in  the  thoughtful  breast, 
Or  justice  or  compassion  dwell, 

Call  from  their  couch  the  hallowed  guest, 
The  deed  to  prompt,  the  prayer  to  swell, 

4  Oh,  lift  the  hand,  and  Peace  shall  bear 
Her  olive  where  the  palm  tree  grows. 

And  torrid  Afric's  desert  share 
The  fragrance  of  salvation's  rose. 


ANTI-SLAVERY   HYMNS.  89 

5  Bnt  if  with  Pilate's  stoic  eye, 

We  calmly  wash  when  blood  is  spilt; 
Or  deem  a  cold,  unpityiDg-  sigh 

Absolves  us  from  the  stain  of  guilt  j 

6  Or  if,  like  Jacob's  recreant  train, 
Who  trafiick'd  in  a  brother's  wo, 

We  hear  the  suppliant  plead  in  vain. 
Or  mock  his  tears  that  wildly  flow ; 

7  Will  not  the  judgments  of  the  skies. 
Which  threw  a  shield  round  Joseph  sold, 

Be  roused  by  fetter'd  Afric's  cries, 

And  change  to  drosa  th'  oppressor's  gold ! 

HYMN  78.— L.  M. 

Duty  of  the  Church. 

1  Awake,  Jerusalem,  awake, 
No  longer  in  thy  sins  lie  5own : 

The  garment  of  salvation  take, 
.  Thy  beauty  and  thy  strength  put  on. 

2  Shake  off  the  dust  that  blinds  thy  sight. 
And  hides  the  promise  from  thine  eyes; 

Arise,  and  struggle  into  light, 
The  g^-eat  Deliverer  calls,  Arise! 

3  Shake  off  the  bands  of  sad  despair. 
Sion,  assert  thy  liberty; 

Look  up,  thy  sinful  heart  prepare, 
And  God  shall  set  the  captive  free. 


90  ANTI-SLAVERr   HYMNS. 

4  Vessels  of  mercy,  sons  of  grace, 

Be  purg'd  from  slavery's  sinful  stain, 
Be  like  your  Lord,  his  word  embrace, 
Nor  bear  his  hallowed  name  in  vain. 

5  The  Lord  shall  in  your  front  appear, 
And  lead  the  pompous  triumph  on; 

His  glory  shall  bring  up  the  rear, 
And  perfect  what  his  grace  begun. 

HYMN  79.-7  &  6. 
Missionary  Hymn. 

1  From  Georgia's  southern  mountains- 

Potomac's  either  strand — 
Where  Carolina's  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand — 
From  many  a  lovely  river — 

From  many  a  sunny  plain. 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  fair  freedom's  breezes 

Blow  softly  o'er  our  land. 
And  each  one  as  he  pleases, 

May  worship  with  his  band  ; — 
And  though  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gospel's  gifts  are  strown, 
The  negro  in  his  blindness, 

Is  left  to  grope  alone. 

3  Shall  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 

W^ith  wisdom  from  on  high, 


ANTI-SLAVERY   HYMNS.  91 

Shall  we  to  men  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation,  O  Salvation, 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  all  in  every  station 

Shall  learn  Messiah's  name. 

Ye  masters,  tell  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  heralds,  preach, 
And  to  the  slave  His  glory. 

Let  every  Christian  teach, — 
Till  from  our  ransomed  nature. 

The  chains  of  bondage  fall, 
And  Jesus  only  Master 

Shall  freely  reign  o'er  all. 


HYMN  80.— 7s. 
The  American  Female  Slave. 

1  Daughters  of  the  Pilgrim  Sires, 

Dwellers  by  their  mould'ring  graves, 
Watchers  of  their  altar  fires. 

Look  upon  your  country's  slaves ! 

2  Look !  't  is  woman's  streaming  eye, 

These  are  woman's  fettered  hands, 
That  to  you,  so  mournfully. 

Lift  sad  glance,  and  iron  bands. 

3  Scars  are  on  her  fettered  limbs, 

Where  the  savage  scourge  hath  been ; 


\)'4  ANTI-SLAVERY    HYMNS. 

But  the  grief  her  eye  that  dims, 
Flows  from  deeper  wounds  within. 

4  For  the  children  of  her  love, 

For  the  brothers  of  her  race, 
Sisters,  like  vine  branches  wove, 
In  one  early  dwelling-  place — 

5  For  the  parent  forms  that  hung 

Fondly  o'er  her  infant  sleep, 
And  for  him  to  whom  she  clung. 
With  affection  true  and  deep — 

6  By  her  sad  forsaken  hearth, 

'Tis  for  these  she  wildly  grieves! 
Now  all  scattered  o'er  the  earth, 
Like  the  wind-strewn  autumn  leaves! 

HYMN  81.— C.  M. 

Compassion. 

1  Daughteks  of  pity,  tune  the  lay; 

To  mourners  joy  belongs; 
While  he  that  wipes  all  tears  away 
Accepts  our  thankful  songs. 

2  No  altars  smoke,  no  offerings  bleed, 

No  guiltless  lives  expire  ; 
To  help  a  brother  in  his  need 
Is  all  our  rites  require. 

3  Our  offering  is  a  willing  mind 

To  comfort  the  distressed ; 


ANTI-SLAVERY    HYMNS.  93 

In  otliers'  good  our  own  ta  find, 

In  others'  blessings  blest. 

4  Thus  what  our  heavenly  Father  gave 
Shall  we  as  freely  give; 
Thus  copy  him  who  lived  to  save, 
And  died  that  we  miffht  live. 


HYMN  82.— P.  M. 
Tha  last  night  of  Slavery. 

1  Let  the  floods  clap  their  hands  ! 
Let  the  mountains  rejoice! 

Let  all  the  glad  lands 

Breathe  a  jubilant  voice: 
The  sun  that  now  sets  on  the  waves  of  the  sea. 
Shall  gild  with  his  rising  the  land  of  the  Free. 

2  Let  the  islands  be  glad, 
For  their  King  in  his  might, 
Who  his  glory  hath  clad 
With  a  garment  of  light ; 

In  the  Avaters  the  beams  of  his  chambers  hatb 
I        laid, 

And  in  the  green  waters  his  pathway  hath 
made. 

3  No  more  shall  the  deep 
Lend  its  awe-stricken  waves, 
In  their  caverns  to  steep 

Its  wild  burden  of  slaves: 


94  ANTI-SLAVERY   HYMNS. 


The  Lord  sitteth  King ; — sitteth  King  on  the 

flood, 
He  heard,  and  hath  answered  the  voice  of 

their  blood. 

4  Dispel  the  blue  haze, 
Golden  fountain  of  morn ! 
With  meridian  blaze 
The  wide  ocean  adorn  ! 
The  sun-light  has  touched  the  glad  waves  of 

the  sea, 
And  day  now  illumines  the  land  of  the  Free. 


TEMPERANCE  HYMNS.  95 


TEMPERANCE  HYMNS. 

HYMN  83.— L.  M. 
^^  Liquid  Death,^^ — JJrdent  Spirits. 

1  On  Java's  rich  and  fertile  ground, 

A  tree  of  deadly  poison  grew, 
Which  sent  a  noxious  vapor  round, 
And  man,  and  beast,  and  reptile  slew. 

2  A  poison  of  a  deadliest  kind, 

And  more  the  object  of  our  fear; 
Which  kills  the  body  and  the  mind, 
Has  spread  its  influence  far  and  near. 

3  This  poison  casts  a  deadly  gloom. 

O'er  all  our  earthly  sweets  and  joys  ; 
It  sends  its  thousands  to  the  tomb. 
And  every  heavenly  hope  destroys. 

4  It  severs  every  social  tie. 

That  binds  us  to  our  kindred  here  ; 
And  all  the  Christian  graces  die. 
If  once  they  come  within  its  sphere. 

5  Then  let  us  shun  the  deadly  bane, 

Nor  touch,  nor  taste,  nor  give,  nor  sell ; 


9l)  TEMPERANCE    HYMNS. 

For  lo !  the  dead  are  in  its  train,—* 
It  opens  wide  tiie  gates  of  Hell. 

HYMN  84.— P.  M. 

Dirge  for  those  slain  by  lijtemperance. 

1  I  STOOD  amid  tlie  place  of  graves, 
Where  hillocks,  thick  as  combing  waves 

Where  clustered  far  around. 
Death  held  dominion  ;  here  his  reign 
Was  absolute  o'er  victims  slain, 

Imprisoned  in  the  ground. 

2  In  sorrow's  contemplative  mood 
I  scann'd  the  mingled  multitude, 

Whose  sepulchres  were  new. 
One  year  ago  they  stood  with  men, 
And  length  of  days  they  reckoned  then, 

Who  now  were  hid  from  view. 

3  And  yet  from  these — what  fearful  fall 
Was  theirs  !  none  cared  to  lift  the  pall 

That  deep  Oblivion  spread. 
For  them  no  tears  of  fond  regret, 
Had  midnight's  pillow  often  wet. 

Nor  sigh  call'd  from  the  dead. 

4  Here  was  the  aged  father  laid. 
And  by  his  dust  the  sleeping  maid ; 

The  husband,  wife,  were  here. 
The  manly  youth,  his  parent's  pride. 
The  bridegroom,  and  the  peerless  bride, 

The  foul  worm's  dainty  cheer. 


TEMPERANCE    HYMNS.  97 

5  Here  lay  the  poor  man,  and  his  niche, 
Hard  by,  till'd  up  the  rotting  rich, 

Regardless  of  his  state  : 
Of  station  high,  of  low  degree. 
The  abject  slave,  the  haughty  free, 

Corruption  for  their  mate. 

6  The  orator  of  splendid  name, 

The  chief,  who  taught  the  foe  his  fame, 

The  giant,  godlike  mind» 
The  noble,  generous  and  sincere, 
Those  prompt  with  pity's  holy  tear. 

The  polished  and  refined. 

7  Whence  came  they?  From  once  happy  homes, 
From  cottages,  from  lordly  domes. 

From  fireside  bliss  and  care; 
From  courts  of  justice,  chambers  trod 
By  senators,  yea,  angry  God, 

From  thy  own  house  of  prayer! 

8  JVho  slew  them?'  Not  night's  pestilence, 
That  comes  and  goes,men  knew  not  whence, 

Nor  arrow  at  noonday  ; 
They  fell  not  in  the  glorious  field. 
With  right  to  nerve  and  Heaven  to  shield, 

When  freedom  call'd  away. 

9  They  died  not  as  the  righteous  die. 
When  angels  pluuiing  from  the  sky. 

With  songs,  unloose  life's  chain, 
By  curst  Intemperance  found  they  hell, 
And  ignominy  pealed  the  knell 

Of  Thirty  Thousand  Slain ! 
4 


TEMPERANCE    HYMK^, 

HYMN  85— P.  M. 

For  a  Temperance  Meeting. 

1  A  Beaco??  has  been  lighted, 
Bright  as  the  noon-day  sun, 
On  worlds  of  mind  benighted, 
Its  rays  are  pouring  down : 
Full  many  a  shrine  of  error, 
And  many  a  deed  of  shame, 
Dismayed,  has  sunk  in  terror^ 
Before  the  lighted  flame. 

2  Intemperance  has  foundered, 
The  demon  gasps  for  breath, 
His  rapid  march  is  downward. 
To  everlasting  death, 
Old  age  and  youth  united, 
His  works  have  prostrate  hurl'dj 
And  soon  himself  affrighted, 
Shall  hurry  from  this  world. 

3  Bold  Temperance  untiring, 
Strikes  at  the  monster's  heart. 
Beneath  her  blows  expirino-. 
He  dreads  her  well  aim'd  dart. 
HerbIows,we'll  pray,  'God  speed' them, 
The  darkness  to  dispel  ; 
And  how  we  fought  for  freedom, 
Let  future  ages  tell. 


JlDBitiokal  hymks.  99 


i^DDITlONAL  HYMNS, 

HYMN  86.— P.  M, 

The  sinner  under  ConvidiOTU    *^' 

1  Poor  mourning  souls  in  deep  distress^ 

Making  sad  lamentation ; 
Find  themselves  lost  in  wickedness, 

And  under  condemnation. 
Brgiht  thunderbolts  from  Sinai's  mount. 

Do  sound  with  loudest  terror, 
While  they  are  lost  in  God's  account, 

Overwhelmed  with  grief  and  sorrow* 

2  Ah,  wo  is  me  that  I  was  born, 

My  soul's  in  grief  and  trouble  ; 
I  seek  for  rest  from  night  till  morn, 

Yet  find  my  sorrows  double, 
Saith  satan— ~"  fatal  is  your  state, 

You  once  might  have  repented ; 
But  now  yon  know  it  is  too  late. 

So  make  yourself  contented.'' 

8  How  can  I  live,  so  much  distrest, 
Under  this  sore  temptation  ? 

'    I  fear  my  day  of  grace  is  past- 
Lord  hear  my  lamentation ! 


100  ADDITIO.'TAL    HYM:V3^. 

For  I  am  weary  of  my  life, 

I  long  to  be  forgiven — 
Come  then,  dear  Saviour  of  the  worlJ, 

And  fit  my  soul  for  Heaven  ! 

4  But  who  is  He  that  looketh  forth 

Just  like  the  blooming  morning? 
Fair  as  the  IMoon,  clear  as  the  Sun, 

'T  is  Christ  my  Sun  now  dawning  ! 
Jesus  can  clothe  my  naked  soul — 

Jesus  for  me  hath  died, 
And  now  I  can  witii  pleasure  sing, 

My  ivants  are  all  supplied ! 

HYMN  87.— P.  M. 
Heaven  in  view. 

1  When  for  eternal  worlds  we  stear, 
And  seas  are  calm,  and  skies  are  clear. 
And  faith  in  lively  exercise. 

And  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise, 

The  soul  for  joy  then  claps  her  wings. 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings. 
Vain  world  adieu  ! 

2  With  cheerful  hope  her  eyes  explore, 
(The  land-marks  on  the  distant  shore,) 
Tiie  trees  of  hfe — the  pastures  green — 
The  gold(>n  streets — the  crystal  stream: 

Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings. 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings. 
Vain  world  adieu  J 


ADDITIONAL    HYMNS.  lOl 

3  As  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
More  eager,  all  her  powers  expand, 
With  steady  helm,  and  liowing  sail, 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  vail ! 

Once  more  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sinirs, 

On  Canaan's  shore! 

HYMN  88.- C.  M.  ' 
.  Christ  and  the  Penitent  Thief, 

1  As  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hunof, 

And  bled,  and  groan'd,  and  died;— 
He  pour'd  salvation  on  a  wretch, 
That  languished  at  his  side. 

2  His  crimes  with  inward  grief  and  shame, 

The  penitent  confoss'd  ; 
Then  turned  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  prayer  addressed. 

3  Jesus,  thou  son  and  heir  of  heaven, 

Thou  spotless  lamb  of  God  ; 
I  see  thee  bathed  in  sweat  and  tears. 
And  weltering  in  thy  blood! 

4  But  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  Avoe, 

In  triumph  thou  shalt  rise ; 
Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death, 
And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  Amid  the  glories  of  that  land, 

Dear  Saviour  think  on  me; 


102  ADDITIONAL    HYMNS. 

And  in  the  victories  of  thy  death, 

Let  me  a  sharer  be. 
6  His  prayer  the  dying-  Saviour  hears, 

And  instantly  replies: 
To-day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 

With  me  in  paradise. 


HYMN  89.— P.  M. 
Decision  of  the  Penitent. 

1  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken. 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  souoht,  or  hoped  or  known; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue. 
And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom  love  and  might. 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me, 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure, 

Come  disaster,  scorn  and  pain  ; 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 
With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain. 


ADDITIONAL    HYMNS.  103 

I  have  called  thee  Abba  Father, 
1  have  set  dw  heart  on  thee  ; 

Storms  may  how],  and  clouds  may  gather, 
All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'T  will  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast; 
Life  wth  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
Oh  !  't  is  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
Oh  !  't  were  not  in  joy  to  charm  me; 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 

5  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation  ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station. 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  ; 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

6  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Arm'd  by  faith,  and  wing'd  by  prayer ; 
Heaven's  eternal  day  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  ihee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  utission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition. 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


104  ADDITIONAL    HVMNS. 

HYMN  90.— P.  M. 

^11  is  Well 

1  What's  this  that  steals,  that  steals  upon  my 

frame  ? 

Is  it  death  ?  Is  it  death  ? 
That  soon  will  quench,  will  quench  this  vital 
fiaine, 

Is  it  death  ?  Is  it  death  ? 
If  this  be  death,  I  soon  shall  be  . 
From  every  pain  and  sorrow  free, 
I  shall  the  King  of  glory  see, 

All  is  well.     AH  is  w^ell. 

2  Weep  not,   my   friends,  my  friends,  weep 

not  for  me. 

All  is  well.     All  is  well. 
My  sins  are  pardoned,  pardoned,  I  am  free. 
All  is  well.     All  is  well. 
There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise. 
To  hide  my  Saviour  from  my  «;yes. 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies. 
■    All  is  well.     All  is  well. 

3  Tune,  tune  your  harps,  your  harps,  ye  saints 

above. 

All  is  well.     All  is  well. 
I  will  rehearse,  rehearse  the  song  of  love. 
All  is  well.     All  is  well. 
Bright  angels  are  from  glory  com.e, 
They  're  round  my  bed,  they  're  in  my  room, 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home. 
All  is  well.     All  is  well. 


ADDITIONAL    HYMNS.  105 

4  Hark,  hark  !  iny  Lord,  my  Lord  and  Master 

calls  me. 

All  is  well.     All  is  well. 
I  soon  shall  see,  shall  see  his  face  in  glor3\ 
All  is  Avell.     All  is  well. 
Farewell,  dear  friends,  adieu,  adieu! 
I  can  no  longfer  stay  with  you. 
My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view. 
All  is  well.     All  is  well. 

5  Hail,  hail,  all  hail !  all  hail,  ye  blood-Avash- 

ed  throno-. 

Saved  by  gfrace,  saved  by  grace. 
Il've  come  to  join,  to  join  your  rapturous  song. 
Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace. 
All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  divine. 
All  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine  ; 
O,  hallelujah  to  the  lamb. 

All  is  well.     All  is  well. 


HYMN  91.— P.  M. 

Trhiinph. 
1  Why  should  I  be  affiighted  by  pestilence 

or  war, 
The  fiercer  be  the  tempest,  the  sooner  it  is  o'er; 
With  Jesus  in  the  vessel,  the  billows  rise  in 

vain, 
They  only  will   convey   me  to  yon  Elysian 
plain, 

With  glory  in  my  soul. 


106  ADDITIONAL    HYMNS.  I 

2  This  is  a  land  of  dangers,  and  foes  do  press  ^ 

me  hard,  i 

But  Jesus  Christ  hath  promised  that  he  will  be  j 

my  guard  ;  ' 

Then  I  shall  not  bo  tempted  above  what  I  can  f 

bear,  • 

When  fighting's  done,  exalted,  his  kingdom  i 

I  shall  share,  ] 

With  glory  in  my  soul.  : 

3  Although  my  flesh  is  mortal,  immortal  is  i 

my  hope  ; 
I'll  try  like  holy  Moses  to  gain  the  mountain  i 

top:  I 

There  at  Jehovah's  bidding,  with  cheerfulness  i 

I'll  die,  i 

And  then  ascend  to  heaven  and  reign  abovej 

the  sky,  -i 

With  glory  in  my  soul.  i 

4  From  him  I  have  my  orders,  and  while  Idoi 

obey,  ■ 

I  find  his  Holy  Spirit  illuminates  my  way ;       ; 

The  way  is  so  delightful,  I  wish  to  travel  on,^ 

Till  I  am  called  away  to  receive  a  starry  crown, ^ 

With  glory  in  my  soul.  i 

5  I  feel  that  Jesus  loves  me,  but  why,  I  do  not,j 

know ;  ' 

To  him  I'm  so  unfaithful,  in  what  I  have  to  do,;j 
I  grieve  to  see  my  failings,  but  he  does   all"! 

forgive,  < 


ADDITIONAL    HYMNS.  107 

Which  makes  me  love  him  more,  and  try  by 
faith  to  live, 

With  g'lory  in  my  soul. 

6  Though  sinners  do  despise  me,  and  laugh 

at  what  T  say, 
I  find  a  little  number  walks  with   me  in  the 

way. 
Come  on  my  loving  brethren,  they  laughed  at 

Jesus  too ; 
The  land  appears  before  us,   and   heaven  in 

our  view. 

With  glory  in  our  souls. 

7  We  soon  shall   gain   fair  Canaan,  and  on 

that  happy  shore, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  sorrow,   we'll  shout  for- 
evermore ; 

There  walk  the  golden  pavements  and  blood- 
washed  garments  wear, 

And  to  increase  our  pleasure,  our  Jesus  will 
be  there. 

With  glory  in  our  souls. 

8  Our  songs  shall  ne'er  be  ended,   when  we 

shall  reach  that  shore, 
For  we  shall  have  God's  Spirit  to  praise  him 

evermore, 
I  long  to  see  the  time  when  immortal  I  shall 

be. 
And   sing   and  shout  his   praises  throughout 

ETERNITr! 

With  glory  in  my  soul. 


108  ADDITIONAL    HYMNS. 

HYMN  92.— 7s. 
Christ  in    Geth.semane. 

1  MaiXY  woes  had  Christ  endiived, 

Many  sore  temptations  met, 
Patient,  and  to  pains  inured ! 

But  the  sorest  trial  yet. 
Was  to  be  sustained  in  thee — 
Gloomy,  sad  Gethsemane ! 

2  Came    at  length  tlie  dreadful  night ! 

Vengeance,  with  its  iron  rod, 
Stood,  and  with  collected  might. 

Bruised  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God  : 
See,  my  soul,  the  Saviour  see — 
Prostrate  in  Gethsemane.  ' 

3  There  my  God  bore  all  my  guilt; 

This  through  grace,  can  be  believed! 
But  the  torments  which  he  felt, 

Are  too  vast  to  be  conceived  : 
None  can  penetrate  through  thee — 
Doleful,  dark  Gethsemane. 

4  All  my  sins  against  my  God — 

•    All  my  sins  against  liis  laws — 
All  my  sins  against  his  blood  — 

All  my  sins  against  his  cause, — • 
Sins  as  boundless  as  the  sea ! 
Hide  me,  O  Gethsemane. 

5  Here's  my  claim,  and  here  alone  ; 

None  a  Saviour  more  can  need  ; 
Deeds  of  righteousness  I've  none  ; 


JiDDITIONAIi  HYMNS.  i€9 

Not  a  work  that  I  can  plead  ; 
Not  a  glimpse  of  hope  for  me, 
Only  in  Gethsemane. 

6  Father.  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  Almighty  God  of  love, 
Praised  by  ail  the  heavenly  host, 

In  thy  shining  courts  above — 
We  poor  sinners,  gracious  ThreCj 
Praise  thee  for  Gethseuiane. 


HYMN  93.— P.  M. 
Lo7\ginp:;  for  InwioHaliti/^ 
When  shall  I  see  the  day 

That  ends  my  woes  ; 
When  shall  I  victory  gain 

O'er  all  my  foes  ; 
When  will  the  trumpet  sound 

That  calls  the  exile  home — 
The  grand,  sabatic  year, 

When  will  it  come  ? 

A  crown  of  glory  bright 

By  faith  I  see, 
In  yonder  realms  of  light 

Prepared  for  me. 
O,  may  I  faithful  prove. 

And  keep  the  prize  in  view; 
And  through  the  storms  of  life 

My  way  pursue. 


110  ADDITIONAL  HYMN&. 

3  Jesus,  be  thou  my  guide. 

My  steps  attend ; 
O  keep  me  near  thy  side, 

Be  thoti  my  friend  ; 
Be  thou  my  shield  and  sun, 

My  Saviour  and  my  guard  ; 
And  when  my  work  is  doce> 

My  great  reward. 

4  O,  bow  I  long  to  see 

That  happy  day, 
When  sorrow,  sin  and  pain 

Shall  flee  away  ; 
When  all  the  heavenly  tribes 

Shall  find  their  long  sought  home 
The  Jubilee  of  Heaven, 

When  will  it  come  ? 

HYMN  94.-118. 

/  ufould  not  live  alumi^. 

1  I  WOULD  not  live  alway  :  I  ask  not  to  stay, 

VVherestorm  after  storm  rises  dark  o*er  the 

way : 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its 
cheer.  \ 

2  I  would  not  live  alway  :  thus  fettered  by 
sjn ;  ^ 

Temptation  without  and  corruption  within: 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS.  HI 

Fen  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with 

And  Uie'cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent 

tears. 
3  I  would  not  live  alway  :  no-welcome  the 
Sincrjesus  has  laid  there  I  dread  not  its 

There  s^v'^et  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  liim  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Then  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his 

Away  fro'^yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode  ? 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  oer  the 

bright  plains. 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns. 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony 

TheiT^Saviour  and  brethren    transported  to 

WhifeTntiiems  of  rapture  unpeasingly  roll ! 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  ot  the 
fiouL 

HYMN  95.— P.  M. 
Encouragement  to  the  Tempted. 
1  Tempted,  wounded,  troubled  spirit, 
Dost  thou  groan  beneath  thy  load  ? 


112  ADDITIONAL  HYBmS. 

Fearing  thou  wilt  not  inherit 
The  blest  kingdom  of  thy  God! 

2  View  thy  Saviour  on  the  mountain. 

In  temptation's  painful  hour; 
Though  of  grace  himself  the  fountain, 
And  the  Lord  of  boundless  power. 

3  Do  thy  blooming  prospects  Tanguish  ? 

Say'st  thou  still,  "I'm  not  thy  child  ?" 
View  thy  Saviour's  dreadful  anguisl). 
Famished  in  the  gloomy  wild. 

4  Not  a  step  in  all  thy  journey, 

Through  this  gloomy  vale  of  tears, 
But  thy  Lord  hath  trod  before  thee, 
And  thy  way  to  glory  clears. 

5  Though  through  the  seas  of  tribulation, 

Jesus  calls  thee  here  to  go, 
He  hath  wrought  thy  great  salvation 
In  far  deeper  seas  of  wo, 

6  Sinks  thy  soul  in  waves  of  sorrow  ? 

Pass  o'er  Kedron's  rolling  flood  j 
Witness  there  the  doleful  horror 
Of  the  suffering  Son  of  God. 

7  There  the  victim,  groaning,  weeping. 

Bears  the  wrath  of  God  alone, 

While  his  timid  followers  sleeping, 

Scarce  regard  a  single  groan. 

8  On  the  chilly  ground  extended^ 

Lojhe  takes  the  bitter  cup  I 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS.  113 

With  Almig-hty  vengeance  blended, 
Drinks  its  dreadful  contents  up! 

9  Now  the  aveno-ing  sword  pursues  him, 

Up  to  Calvary's  rui^sfed  brow  ; 
There  the  wrath  of  God  doth  bruise  hini, 
But  my  soul  escapes  the  blow. 

10  Glory,  honor,  power  and  blessing 

Be  unto  the  Father  sfiven  ; 
Sing  his  praises  without  ceasincr, 
Sons  of  earth,  and  hosts  of  heaven. 

11  Glory  be  to  Christ,  the  Saviour, 

Who  hath  bought  us  with  his  blood; 
Glory  to  the  blessed  Spirit, 
Glory  to  the  mighty  God. 


HYMN  96.— CM. 
The  Dying  Saint. 

1  Jesus,  the  visions  of  thy  face, 

Have  overpowering  charms; 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

2  Then  while  yon  hear  my  heart-string  break, 

Ho\v  sweet  the  minutes  roll, 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 
But  glory  in  my  soul. 

3  Death  cannot  make  my  soul  afraid, 

If  God  be  with  me  there ; 


114  ADDITIONAL  HYMNS. 

Soft  is  the  passage  through  the  shade, 
And  all  the  prospect  fair. 

4  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  drest  in  living  green ; 
So  to  the  Jews  fair  Canaan  stood. 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

5  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never  fading  flowers; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  stream,  divides 
That  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

6  O  could  I  make  my  fears  remove. 

These  gloomy  fears  that  rise, 
And  view  the  Canaan  which  I  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes. 

7  Clasped  in  my  heavenly  Father's  arms, 

I  could  forget  my  breath, 
And  lose  my  life  amid  the  charms, 
Of  so  divine  a  death. 


HYMN  97.— P.  M. 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wanderers  given  ! 
There  is  a  tear  for  souls  distrest, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 

'Tis  found  alone  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  soft  and  downy  bed, 

'Tis  fair  as  breath  of  even, 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS.  115 

A  couch  for  weary  mortals  spread, 
Where  they  may  rest  their  aching  head. 
And  find  repose  in  heaven. 

3  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 
When  lost  on  life's  teinpestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

But  all  is  calm  in  heaven, 

4  Now  faith  lifts  up  the  tearful  eye, 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven. 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

5  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given — 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom ! 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


HYMN  98.— C.  P.  M. 
3r%e  Jubilee  of  Heaven. 
What  sound  is  this  salutes  my  ear, 
'Tis  Gabriel's  trump  methinks  I  hear. 

The  expected  day  has  come  : 
Behold  the  heavens,  the  earth,  the  sessj 
Proclaim  the  year  of  Jubilee, 
Return  ye  exiles  home* 


116  ADDITIONAL  HYMNS. 

2  Behold  the  fair  Jerusalem, 
Illuminated  by  the  Lamb, 

In  e'ory  dolh  appear, 
Fair  Zion  rising  from  the  tombs, 
To  meet  the  bridegroom,  lo  !  he  comes, 

And  hails  the  festive  year. 

3  My  soul  is  striving  to  be  there; 
I  long  to  rise  and  wing  the  air, 

And  trace  the  sacred  road. 
Adieu,  adieu,  all  earthly  things; 

0  that  I  had  an  angel's  wings, 
I'd  quickly  see  my  God. 

4  Fly,  lingering  moments,  fly,  O  fly, 

1  thirst,  I  pant,  I  long  to  try 

Angelic  joys  to  prove  ! 
Soon  shall  I  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
Clap  my  glad  wings  and  fly  away. 

And  shout  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  99.— P.  M. 
The  glory  of  Emmanuel. 
1  Hail,  God,  the  Father,  heavenly  light, 
Hail,  Christ,  the  Son,  my  soul's  delight; 
Blest  Holy  Ghost,  come  dwell  with  me. 
Through  time  and  in  eternity. 
Ye  glittering  orbs  around  the  skies. 
Who  speak  his  glories  as  you  rise  ; 
Your  silent  language  ne'er  can  tell 
The  glory  of  Emmanuel. 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS.  117 

Tall  mountains  that  becloud  the  skies, 
And  all  the  hills  that  round  you  rise, 
While  time  endures  ye  ne'er  can  tell 
The  glory  of  Emmanuel. 
Ye  trembling'  seas,  with  dismal  roar, 
Whose  billows  roll  from  shore  to  shore, 
Your  thund'rinir  language  ne'er  can  tell 
The  power  of  Christ,  Emmanuel. 
Ye  worlds  on  worlds,  with  all  your  throng, 
Through  every  land  extend  the  song: 
A  guilty  world  redeemed  from  hell 
By  Christ,  the  Lord,  Emmanuel. 
Behold  him  leave  his  Father's  throne; 
Behold  him  bleeding,  hear  him  groan! 
Death's  iron  chains  can  ne'er  excel 
The  strength  of  Christ,  Emmanuel ! 
Behold  him  mount  his  honored  seat, 
And  millions  bowing  at  his  feet ; 
He's  conquered  all  the  powers  of  hell ; 
Yes,  glory  to  Emmanuel. 
His  fame  shall  sound  from  pole  to  pole, 
While  glory  rolls  from  soul  to  soul ; 
The  gospel  sound  goes  forth  to  tell 
The  glory  of  Emmanuel. 
While  I  am  singing  of  his  fame. 
My  soul  begins  to  feel  the  flame  ; 
Though  full  of  love,  I  ne'er  can  tell 
The  beauty  of  Emmanuel. 

We  soon  shall  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 
And  see  the  nations  gathering  round  I 


118  ADDITIONAL  HYMNS. 

While  angels  shout,  the  saints  shall  tell 

The  frlory  of  Emmanuel. 

Then  thousands  thousands  in  the  throng-, 

Ten  thousands  thousands  join  the  songr, 

Our  souls  are  saved  by  Christ  from  hell, 

Glory  to  God,  Emmanuel. 

My  soul  transported  with  his  charms, 

I  long-  to  dwell  in  Jesus'  arms. 

My  loving  brethren  all  farewell ; 

I  go  to  meet  Emmanuel. 

HYMN  100.— P.  M. 
The  Martial  Hijmn. 

1  Hark,  brethren,  don't  you  hear  the  sound? 

The  martial  trumpet  now  is  blowing, 
Men  in  order  listing  round. 

And  Soldiers  to  the  standard  flowing: 
Bounties  offered,  joy  and  peace. 

To  every  soldier  this  is  given ; 
And  when  from  toil  and  war  we  cease, 

A  mansion  bright,  prepared  in  heaven, 

2  Those  who  long  in  debt  have  laid, 

And  felt  the  hand  of  dire  oppression ; 
All  their  debts  are  freely  pnid. 

And  they  endowed  with  large  possession ; 
All  that's  sick  or  blind  or  lame, 

Maladies  are  also  healed, 
Outlawed  rebels,  when  they  come. 

Receive  a  pardon  freely  sealed. 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS.  119 

3  The  battle  is  not  to  the  strong, 

The  burden's  on  the  Captain's  shoulder; 
None  so  aged,  or  so  young-, 

But  he  may  list  and  be  a  soldier ; 
Those  who  cannot  fight  nor  fly, 

Beneath  his  banner  find  protection, 
None  who  on  his  name  rely, 

Shall  be  reduced  to  base  subjection. 

4  You  need  not  fear,  the  cause  is  good ; 

Come,  who  will  list  and  be  a  soldier  ? 
In  this  cause  the  martyrs  bled, 

And  shouted  victory  in  the  fire ; 
In  this  way  let's  foUow  on. 

And  soon  we'll  tell  the  pleasing  story. 
How  through  Christ  we  gained  the  crown, 

And  fought  our  way  thro'  grace  to  glory. 

5  The  battle,  bretiiren,  is  begun, 

Behold  the  army  's  now  in  motion ; 
Some  by  faith  behold  the  crown, 

And  almost  grasp  their  future  portion. 
Shout  the  victory,  sing  aloud, 

Emmanuel's  chariot  wheels  are  rumbling, 
Mourners  weeping  through  the  crowd, 

And  Satan's  kingdom  down  is  tumbling. 

HYMN  101.— 6  &  5. 

When  shall  we  meet  again. 
1  When  shall  we  meet  again  ? 
Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ? 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS. 

Wh^  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  lis  forever? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose; 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes, — 

Never — no — never. 

2  When  shall  love  freely  flow. 

Pure  as  life's  river! 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow 

Changeless  forever! 
Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill ; 
And  fears  of  parting  chill — 

Never — no — never  ! 

3  Up  to  that  world  of  light 

Take  us,  dear  Saviour! 
May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  forever  I 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell. 
And  time  our  joys  dispel — 

Never — no — never ! 

4  Soon  shall  we  meet  again, 

Meet,  ne'er  to  sever  ; 
Soon  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain. 

Round  us  forever; 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose — 
Secure  from  worldly  woes; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close — 

Never — no — never. 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS. 


121 


HYiMN  ]02.— P.  M.. 

Sabbath  Morning. 

1  This  morning  most  sweetly  the  gales  are 

all  blowing, 
Directly  the  breeze  is  from  Mount  Calvary  ; 
The  sepulchre  is  open,  the  odors  are  flowing, 
Breathe  gently,  sweet  zephyrs,  breathe  gen- 
tly on  me. 
On  this  lovely  morning  the  Saviour  was  rising, 
The  chains  of  mortality  fully  dispersing: 
His  sufferings  are  over,  he's  done  agonizing— 
This  morning  mySaviour  will  think  upon  me. 

2  And  now  to  the  place  that's  appointed  for 

praying, 
For  worship  that's  social  I'll  quickly  repair ; 
In  service  so  pleasing,  there  needs  no  delay- 
ing ; 
The  stone  is  roll'd  back  and  my  Lord  will 
be  there. 
Rouse  quickly,  my  soul,  shake   off  my  dull 

slumbers. 
In  melody  raise  all  your  heavenly  numbers; 
For  Jesus  is  pleased,  when   recounting   his 
members, 
He  finds  you  like  Mary  thus  early  at  prayer. 

3  With  faith  in  full  actions,  we  meet  at  the 

chapel ; 
There  humbly  we  ask  for  a  power  divine  ; 
Emmanuel  puts  all  our  souls  in  a  rapture, 


122  ADDITIONAL  HYMNS. 

And  gfraciously  cause  his  glory  to  shine ; 
Our  hearts  are  enlivened  affections  engaged, 
Devotion  inspires  us,  and  sinners  amazed, 
Behold  with  what  zeal  Christian  warfare  is- 
waged 

Against  the  fell  monster  and  all  his  designs. 

4  Then  trusting  in  Jesus,  our  head  and  our 

leader, 
We'll  march  on  to  glory  without  any  fear; 
Each  Sahbath  revolving  brings  one  Sabbath 
nearer 
To  that  blessed  morning  when  he  shall  ap- 
pear. 
His  sign  in  the  East  he  will  soon  be  display- 
ing, 
The  nations  to  judgment  will  then  be  all  gath- 
ering ; 
Till  then  we'll  adore  him,  nor  ever  cease  pray- 
ing, 
Till  praises  unceasing  shall  call  us  from 
prayer. 

5  My  brethren  and  friends,  may  the  God  of 

all  glory 
Perfect  us,  and  save  us  from  sin  and  all 
harm  ; 

With  the  head  of  the  Church  in  full  view  be- 
fore us, 

We'll  show  ourselves  valiant  in  every  alarm. 

Then  each  soul  inspire,  O  God,  with  devotion. 

Be  thou  their  sole  object  of  earnest  affection; 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS.  123 

And  when  these  dull  bodies  shall  cease  from 
their  motion, 
Receive  us,  O  Jesus,  to  thy  blessed  arms. 

HYMN  103.— L.  M. 
Christ,  «  The  Way:' 

1  Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone; 
He  whom  1  fixed  my  hopes  upon: 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  M-ay,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
Tiie  King's  highway  of  holiness 

I  '11  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  was  not  saved  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more  ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  Way." 

5  Lo  !  glad  I  come,  and  thou  blest  Lamb 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  whose  I  am ; 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 


124  AJDDITIONAL  HYMNS. 

I'll  point  to  thy  redoemino^  blood, 
And  say,  "Behold  the  way  to  God." 

HYMN  104— L.  M. 
The  Dying  Youth. 

1  My  Christian  friends  in  bonds  of  love, 
Whose  hearts  in  sweetest  union  prove, 
Your  friendship's  like  the  drawings  band, 
Yet  we  must  take  the  parting-  hand. 

2  Your  company's  sweet,  your  union  's  dear; 
Your  word  's  delightful  to  my  ear; 

And  when  1  see  that  we  must  part, 
You  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart. 

3  How  sweet  the  hours  have  passed  away, 
When  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray  ; 
How  loth  we've  been  to  leave  the  place. 
Where  Jesus  shows  iiis  smiling  face. 

4  O,  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind. 
How  would  it  cheer  my  struggling  mind; 
But  duty  makes  me  understand 

That  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

5  Then  since  it  is  God's  holy  will 
We  must  be  parted  for  a  while, 
In  sweet  submission,  all  as  one 
We'll  say,  our  Father's  will  be  done. 

PAUSE. 

6  Dear  fellow  youth  in  Christian  ties, 
Who  seek  for  mansions  in  the  skies, 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS.  12^5 

Fight  on,  you  '11  gain  that  happy  shore, 
Where  parting-  hands  is  known  no  more. 

7  Ye  mourning  souls  in  sore  surprise, 
Jesus  remeiubers  all  your  cries; 

O  trust  his  grace,  and  in  that  land 
We  '11  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 

8  How  oft  I've  seen  your  falling  tears, 
And  heard  you  tell  your  hopes  and  fears; 
Your  hearts  with  love  have  seein'd  to  flame 
Which  makes  me  hope  we  '11  meet  again. 

9  My  Christian  friends,  both  old  and  young, 
Have  faith  in  Christ,  and  you  'II  be  strong; 
And  if  on  earth  we  meet  no  more, 

O  may  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore. 

10  I  hope  you  '11  all  remember  me, 
If  here  my  face  you  no  more  see ; 
An  interest  in  your  prayers  I  crave, 
That  we  may  meet  beyond  the  grave. 

11  O  glorious  day !   O  blessed  hope, 
My  heart  leaps  forward  at  the  thought, 
When  in  that  happy,  happy  land, 

We  '11  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 


HYMN  105.— 8s. 
1  And  can  it  be  that  I  should  gain 

An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood  ? 
Died  he  for  me  who  caused  his  pain— 


i26  ADDITIONAL  HYMNS, 

For  me  wlio  him  to  death  pursued  P 
Amazing'  Iovg  !  how  can  it  be, 
That  thou,  my  Lord,  should'st  die  for  me? 

2  'T  is  mystery  all !  The  Immortal  dies ! 

Who  can  explore  liis  strange  design  ? 
In  vain  the  first-born  seraph  tries 

To  sound  the  depths  of  love  divine ! 
'T  is  mercy  all !  let  earth  adore: 
Let  angel-minds  inquire  no  more. 

3  He  left  his  Father's  throne  above  ; 

(So  free,  so  infinite  his  grace!) 
Emptied  himself  of  all  but  love, 

And  bled  for  Adam's  sinful  race ; 
'T  is  mercy  all !  immense  and  free, 
For,  O  my  God,  it  found  out  me  ! 

4  Long  my  imprisoned  spirit  lay. 

Fast  bound  in  sin.  and  nature's  night ; 
Thine  eye  diffused  a  quickening  ray ; 

I  woke  ;  the  dungeon  flamed  with  light: 
My  chains  fell  off,  my  heart  was  free, 
I  rcs3,  went  forth  and  followed  thee. 

5  No  condemnation  now  I  dread, 

Jesus  and  all  in  hirh  is  mine ! 
Alive  in  him,  my  living  head, 

And  clothed  in  righteous  divine. 
Bold  I  approach  the  eternal  throne. 
And  claim  the  crown,  thro'  Christ  my  own. 


Atofiif  lONAL  Hymns.  12?' 

HYMN  106.—  8  &  7. 
Rejoicing  'and  Praise. 

1  HAtii !  thou  once  despised  Jesus, 

Hail  thou  everlastinf^  King, 
Thou  did'st  suffer  to  redeem  us  ! 

Thou  did'st  free  salvation  bring, 
Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  I 
By  thy  merits  we  find  favor : 

Life  is  given  through  thy  name. 

2  Paschal  Lamb  by  God  appointed, 

All  thy  sins  on  thee  were  laid : 
By  mighty  love  anointed. 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made  : 
All  thy  people  are  forgiven. 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood  ; 
Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven  ; 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 

3  Jesus,  hail,  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide ! 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  father's  side : 
There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

There  thou  dost  a  place  prepare  ; 
Even  for  us  interceding. 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

4  Worship,  honor,  power  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Loudest  praises  without  ceasing. 


1S8  ADDITIONAL  HYMNS. 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  o^ive ; 
Help,  ye  bright,  angelic  spirits, 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays; 
Help  to  sing  a  Saviour's  merits  ; 

Help  to  praise  Emmanuel's  name. 

HYMN  J07.— L.  M. 
A  wish  to  see  the  Saviour  die* 

1  O,  THAT  with  weeping  Mary,  I 
Could  stand  and  see  my  Saviour  die! 
I'd  weep  o'er  my  expiring  Lord, 
And  mix  my  tears  with  Jesus'  blood. 

2  Could  T  but  stand  where  Mary  stood, 
And  see  my  Saviour  shed  his  blood! 
rd  smite  my  breast,  and  inly  mourn, 
And  never  from  his  cross  return. 

3  One  precious  drop,  blest  Jesus,  grant! 
One  single  drop!  is  all  I  want, 

One  precious  drop  of  Jesus'  blood; 
Would  make  me  cry,  my  Lord,  my  God. 

HYMN  108.— S.  M. 
Weeping  Hymn. 
1  Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep. 
And  shall  our  c'leeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief, 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS.  129 

5J  The  -Son  of  God  in  tears^ 
Angels  with  wonder  see  ! 
Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul. 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep : 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear ; 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there, 

HYMN  109.— P.  M. 

Future  Judgment. 

1  Ah,  guilty  sinner,  ruined  by  transgression, 
What  shall  thy  doom  be,  when  arrayed  in  ter- 
ror, 

God  shall  command  thee,  covered  with  pollu- 
tion, 

Up  to  the  judgment ! 

2  Wilt  Ihou  escape  from  his  omniscient  no- 

tice. 

Fly  to  the  caverns,  court  annihilation  ? 

Vain  thy  presumption ;  justice  still  shall  tri- 
umph 

In  thy  destruction. 

3  Stop,  thoughtless  sinner,  stop  awhile  and 

ponder. 
Ere  death  arrest  thee,  and  the  Judge,  in  ven- 
geance, 
Hurl  from  his  presence  thine  affrighted  spirit, 
Swift  to  perdition. 
5 


130  ADDITIONAL  HTMJSS. 

4  Oft  has  he  called  thee,  but  thou  would'st 

not  hear  him, 
Mercies  and    Judgments    have    alike    been 

slighted ; 
Yet  he  is  gracious,  and  with  arms  unfolded, 
Waits  to  embrace  thee. 

5  Come,  then,  poor  sinner,  come  away  this 

moment. 
Just  as  you  are,  come,  filthy  and  polluted ; 
Come  to  the  fountain  opened  for  uncleanness  ; 
Jesus  invites  you. 

6  But  if  you  trifle  with  his  gracious  message, 
Cleave  to  the  world,  and  love  its  guilty  pleas- 
ures, 

Mercy,  grown  weary,  shall  in  righteous  judg- 
ment. 

Quit  you  forever. 

7  There  you  shall  call,  but  he  will  not  regard 

you, 
Seek  for  his  favor^  yet  shall  never  find  it, 
Cry  to  the  rocks  to  hide  you  from  his  presence 
Deep  in  their. caverns. 

8  Where  the  worm  dies   not,  and    the  fire 

eternal, 
Fills  the  lost  soul  with  anguish,and  with  terror, 
Where  shall  the  sinner  spend  a  long  forever, 
Dying  unpardoned. 

9  Oh  !  guilty  sinner,  hear  the  voice  of  warn- 

ing; 


ADDITIONAL  HYIMNS.  131 

Fly  to  the  Saviour  and  embrace  his  pardon; 
So  shall  your  spirit  meet  with  joy  triumphant, 
Death  and  the  judgment. 

HYMN  110.— P.M. 
Rememhcr  me. 

1  Ah  !  how  fleeting-  and  how  vain, 
Is  our  life,  replete  with  pain ; 
Like  the  flower  of  gaudy  hue, 
Soon  it  withers  from  the  view. 
When  you  thus  its  changes  see, 
Then,  O  then,  remember  me. 

2  Separations  we  must  meet, 
Bitter  mixed  Avith  transient  sweet; 
But  though  we  are  called  to  part, 
May  we  sdll  be  joined  in  heart. 
And  when  social  joys  you  see. 
Then,  O  then;  remember  me. 

3  When  afar  I'm  called  away, 
Toiling  in  the  Avintry  day  ; 

When  o'er  hills  and  streams  I  roam, 
Far  from  kindred,  friends  and  home, 
'Mid  your  friends,  from  sorrow  free, 
Then,  O  then,  remember  me. 

4  When  you  dwell  in  social  life, 
Far  removed  from  noise  and  strife. 
When  fair  virtue's  smiling  train. 
Faith,  Hope,  Charity,  you  gain, 


133  ADOITION'AL  HYMK9, 

When  to  heaven  you  bend  the  kne^. 
Then,  O  then,  reraenvber  me. 

5  When  my  eyes  shall  cease  to  weep. 
When  in  death's  embrace  I  sleeps 
When  around  my  lonely  bier, 
Strangers  drop  the  silent  tear, 
When  Vm  in  eternity, 
Then,  O  then,  remember  mc 


HYMN  111.— C.  M. 

1  To  see  a  pilgrim  aa  he  dies, 
With  glory  in  his  view  ; 

To  heaven  he  lifts  his  longing  eyeSj, 

And  bids  the  world  adieu  ; 
While  friends  are  weeping  all  around. 

And  loth  to  let  him  go ; 
He  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath, 

And  leaves  them  all  below ! 

2  O  Christians  are  you  ready  now 
To  cross  the  swelling  flood  ? 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  behold, 

And  see  your  smiling  God : 
The  dazzling  charms  of  that  bright  world 

Attract  my  soul  above  ; 
My  tongue  shall  shout  redeeming  grace 

When  perfected  in  love. 

3  Go  on  my  brethren  in  the  Lordy 
I  'ra  bound  to  meet  you  there  j 


ADDITIONAL   HYMNS.  133 

Although  we  tread  enchanted  ground, 

Be  bold  and  never  fear : 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  valiant  soulsj 

(Your  Captain  is  in  view  ;) 
And  when  I  gain  fair  Canaan's  land, 

I  hope  to  meet  with  you. 

4  Salvation  through  our  conquering  King, 
Now  let  the  echo  fly  ; 

While  they  repeat  the  song  above, 

Through  armies  in  the  sky. 
Oh,  Christians !  help  me  praise  the  Lamb, 

Who  died  for  you  and  me ! 
We'll  sing  his  praises  as  we  go. 

And  shout  eternally. 

5  Go  on  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
Until  we  meet  again, 

Perhaps  in  time,  or  as  we  rise 

Above  the  fiery  main. 
We  'II  join  the  heavenly  armies  bright^ 

In  presence  of  the  Lamb, 
And  tune  our  hearts  and  sing  free  grace, 

In  love's  eternal  name. 


HYMN  112.— L.  M. 

Goodness  of  God. 
1  Ye  that  pass  by,  behold  the  Man  I 

The  Man  of  griefs  condemn'd  for  you  ! 
The  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain. 

Weeping  to  Calvary  pursue ! 


134  ADDITIONAL  HYMNS. 

2  See  !  how  his  back  the  scourg-es  tear, 
While  to  the  bloody  pillar  bound  ! 

The  plougfhers  make  long  furrows  there, 
Till  all  his  body  is  one  wound. 

3  Nor  can  he  thus  their  hate  assuage ; 
His  innocence,  to  death  pursued, 

Must  fully  glut  their  utmost  rage; 
Hark !  how  they  clamor  for  his  blood  ! 

4  To  us  our  own  Barabbas  irive  ; 
Away  with  Him,  (they  loudly  cry:) 

Away  with  him,  not  fit  to  live, 
The  vile  seducer  crucify  ! 

6  His  sacred  limbs  they  stretch,  they  tear, 
With  nails  they  fasten  to  the  wood! 

His  sacred  limbs  exposed  and  bare. 
Or  only  covered  with  his  blood. 

6  See,  there !  his  temples  crown'd  with  thorns ! 
His  bleeding  hands  extended  wide; 

His  streaming  feet  transfix'd  and  torn ! 
The  fountain  gushing  from  his  side! 

7  Where  is  the  King  of  Glory  now, 
The  everlasting  Son  of  God  ? 

The  Immortal,  hangs  his  languid  brow; 
The  Almighty  faints  beneath  his  load! 

8  Beneath  my  load  he  faints  and  dies  : 
I  fill'd  his  soul  with  pangs  unknown  : 

I  caus'd  those  mortal  groans  and  cries, 
I  kill'd  the  Father's  only  Son ! 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS.  135 

HYMN  113.— 8s. 

Goodness  of  God  in  Redemption. 

1  Where  shall  my  wond'ringsoul  begin? 
How  shall  I  all  heaven  aspire  ? 

A  slave  redeem'd  from  death  and  sin ; 

A  brand  pluck'd  from  eternal  fire : 
How  shall  I  equal  triumphs  raise, 
Or  sing  my  great  Deliverer's  praise  ? 

2  O  how  shall  I  thy  goodness  tell, 
Father,  which  thou  to  me  hath  show'd  ? 

That  I,  a  child  of  wrath,  and  hell, 

I  should  be  call'd  a  child  of  God! 
Should  know,  should  feel  my  sins  forgiven, 
Blest  with  this  antepast  of  heaven ! 

3  And  shall  I  slight  my  Father's  love  ? 
Or  basely  fear  his  gifts  to  own? 

Unmindful  of  his  favors  prove? 

Shall  I,  the  hallowed  cross  to  shun, 
Refuse  his  righteousness  to  impart, 
By  hiding  it  within  my  heart? 

4  No,  though  the  ancient  dragon  rage, 
And  call  forth  all  his  host  to  war ; 

Though  earth's  self-righteous  sons  engage, 

Them  and  their  god  alike  I  dare  ; 
Jesus  the  sinners'  friend  proclaim  ; 
Jesus  to  sinners  still  the  same. 

5  Come,  O  my  guilty  brethren  come, 
Groaning  beneath  your  load  of  sin ; 


136  ADDITIONAL  HYMNS. 

His  bleeding  heart  shall  make  you  room, 

His  open  side  shall  take  you  in  : 
He  calls  you  now,  invites  you  home — 
Come,  O  my  guilty  brethren,  come. 

6  For  you  the  purple  current  flow'd, 
In  pardons  from  his  wounded  side ; 

Languish'd  for  you  the  Son  of  God, 
For  you  the  Prince  of  Glory  died : 

Believe  and  all  your  sin  's  forgiven — • 

Only  believe,  and  yours  is  heaven ! 

HYMN  114.— C.  M. 

Prayer  and  Intercession. 

1  God  of  all  grace  and  majesty, 
Supremely  great  and  good, 

If  I  have  mercy  found  with  thee 
Through  the  atoning  blood  ; 

The  guard  of  all  thy  mercies  give, 
And  to  my  pardon  join 

A  fear  lest  I  should  ever  grieve, 
Thy  gracious  Spirit  divine. 

2  If  mercy  is  indeed  with  thee, 
May  I  obedient  prove, 

Nor  e'er  abuse  my  liberty. 

Or  sin  against  thy  love  ; 
This  choicest  fruit  of  faith  bestow 

On  a  poor  sojourner  ; 
And  let  me  pass  my  days  below, 

In  humbleness  and  fear. 


ADDITIONAL   HYMNS.  137 

3  Still  may  I  walk  as  in  thy  sight, 

My  strict  observer  see  ; 
And  thou,  by  reverent  love,  unite 

My  child-like  heart  to  thee  : 
Still  let  me,  till  my  days  are  past, 

At  Jesus' feet  abide: 
So  shall  he  lift  me  up  at  last, 

And  seat  me  by  his  side. 


HYMN  n5.— L.  M. 

1  Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 

Be  thou  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise. 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ! 
And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties, 

Thy  son,  thy  servant  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look 
As  travellers  in  thirsty  lands 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  E'en  life  itself,  without  thy  love, 

No  lasting  pleasure  can  afford  ; 
Yea,  't  would  a  tiresome  burden  prove, 
If  I  were  banished  from  thee,  Lord  ! 

5  I  '11  lift  my  hands,  I  '11  raise  my  voice, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise; 


138  ADDITIONAL    HYMNS. 

This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  dayS. 


HYMN  116 —S.  M. 
Sinner  Justified  by  Faith. 

1  How  can  a  sinner  know 

His  sins  on  earth  forgiven  ? 
How  can  my  gracious  Saviour  show 
My  name  inscribed  in  heaven  ? 

2  What  we  have  felt  and  seen 

With  confidence  we  tell ; 
And  publish  to  the  sons  of  men, 
The  signs  infallible. 

3  We  who  in  Clirist  believe 

That  he  for  us  hath  died, 
We  all  his  unknown  peace  receive, 
And  feel  his  blood  apply'd. 

4  Exults  our  rising  soul, 

Disburthen'd  of  her  load, 
And  swells  unutterably  full 
Of  glory  and  of  God. 

5  His  love  surpassing  far 

The  love  of  all  beneath, 
We  find  within  our  hearts  and  dare 
The  pointless  darts  of  death. 

6  Stronger  than  death  or  hell 

The  sacred  power  we  prove ; 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS.  139 

And  conqu'rors  of  the  world,  we  dwell 
In  heaven  who  dwell  in  love. 


HYMN  117.— 7s. 
Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent,  . 

Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued  ; 
See  his  body,  manjrled,  rent, 

Cover'd  with  a  gore  of  blood. 
Sinful  soul  what  hast  thou  done! 
Murder'd  God's  eternal  Son. 

Yes,  our  sins  have  done  the  deed. 
Drove  the  nails  that  fixed  hirn  there 

Crovvn'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 
Pierced  him  with  a  soldier's  spear; 

Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, 

For  a  sinful  world  he  dies. 

Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain. 
Still  to  death  pursue  your  Lord  ; 

Open  tear  his  wounds  again, 
Trample  on  his  precious  blood  .^ 

No!  with  all  my  sins  I  '11  part. 

Saviour,  take  my  broken  heart. 


HYMN  118.— 8  &  7. 
1  Toss'd  upon  life's  raging  billow, 
Sweet  it  is,  O  Lord,  to  know  ; 
Thou  didst  press  a  sailor's  pillow, 
And  canst  feel  a  sailor's  wo. 


140  ADDITIONAL    HYMNS. 

Never  slumbering',  never  sleeping, 
Though  the  night  be  dark  and  drear, 

Thou  the  faithful  watch  art  keeping-, 
"  All,  all's  well,"  thy  constant  cheer. 

2  And  thouG:h  loud  the  wind  is  howling. 

Fierce  though  flash  the  lightnings  red  ; 
Darkly  though  the  storm-cloud's  scowling 

O'er  the  sailor's  anxious  head  ; 
Thou  canst  calm  the  raging  ocean,'1 

All  its  noise  and  tumult  still, 
Hush  the  tempest's  wild  commotion, 

At  the  bidding  of  thy  will, 

3  Thus  my  heart  the  hope  will  cherish, 

While  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eye; 
Thou  wilt  save  me  ere  I  perish, 

Thou  wilt  hear  the  sailor's  cry. 
And  though  mast  and  sail  be  riven. 

Life's  short  voyage  will  soon  be  o'er ; 
Safely  moor'd  in  heaven's  wide  haven, 

Storm  and  tempest  vex  no  more. 


HYMN  119.-8  &  7. 
Christ  "  The  Light.'' 
Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling. 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death. 
Come  and  by  thy  love's  revealing, 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath  : 
The  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS.  14J 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, 
Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature^ 
Pouring  ey€-siglit  on  our  eyes. 

'2  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing; 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears  and  cheering 

Every  poor  benighted  heart: 
Come  and  manifest  thy  fav<K- 

Thou  hast  for  the  ransom'd  race ; 
Come,  thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour^ 

Come  and  bring  thy  gospel  grace. 

3  Save  us,  in  thy  great  compassion, 

O  thou  mild,  pacific  Prince  ! 
Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins  ; 
By  thine  all  sufficient  merit, 

Every  burden'd  soul  release:; 
Svery  weary,  wand'ring  spirit, 

Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

HYMJ^  120.— 8  7  &  4 
Invitation. 
t  Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  messagej 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Svery  sentence — O,  how  tender, 
Every  line  is  full  of  love  ; 

Listen  to  it — 
JSyerj  lino  is  full  of  love. 


142  ADDITIONAL  HYMNS. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel, 

News  from  Zion's  king-  proclaim, 
To  each  rebel  sinner — "Pardon, 
Free  forg-iveness  in  his  name  ?" 

How  important ! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name! 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring-  you  succor; 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears  ; 
And  with  news  of  consolation, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears: 

Tender  heralds — 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

4  Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 

Who  received  the  joyful  word  ? 
Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon, 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  r 

Can  you  slight  it — 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  I 

5  O,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 

Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way. 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay: 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 

HYMN  121.— 7s. 

Joy  in  Hope. 
1  Children  of  the  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  eweetly  sing  j 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS.  143 

Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  We  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  near  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seats  are  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land: 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  son, 
Bids  you,  undismay'd  go  on. 

5  Lord!  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below; 
Only  thoQ  our  leader  be, 

And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

HYxMN  122.— C.  P.  M. 

The  Pilgrim's  Lot 
How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot ; 
How  free  from  every  anxious  thought, 

From  worldly  hope  and  fear! 
Confined  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell, 

He  only  sojourns  here. 


144  A&DiTioNAi.  nrmns^, 

2  This  happiness  in  part  is  mine. 
Already  saved  from  low  design, 

From  every  creature  love! 
Blest  with  the  scorn  of  finite  good, 
My  soul  is  lighten^  of  its  load, 

And  seeks  the  things  above. 

3  The  things  eternal  I  pursue, 
A  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those,  that  basely  pant 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen: 
Their  honors,  wealth,  and  pleasures  meaxjt, 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 

4  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own; 
A  stranger  to  the  world,  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  despise ; 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight. 
And  seek  a  city  .out  of  sight,. 

A  city  in  the  skies. 

5  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair. 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there-j^ 

And  my  abiding  home ; 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay. 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  eome  ! 

6  I  come,  thy  servant.  Lord,  replies, 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  heavenly  rest! 
Now  let  the  pilgrim'"s  journey  end, 
Now,  O  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend^ 

Receive  me  to  thy  breast  t 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS.  145 

HYMN  123.— P.  M. 

The  Glory  of  Christ. 

1  O  Thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes 

delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song:  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide  resort  with 

thy  sheep. 
To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 
Say,  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 

3  O  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee ; 
Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 

Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they 
see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you 

seen. 
The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone ; 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been. 
And  where  with  his   flock  he  has  gone  ? 

5  This  is  my  beloved,  his  form  is  divine, 
His  vestments  shed  odors  around. 

The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the 
vine. 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crowned. 


146  ADDITIONAL  HYMNS. 

6  His  voice   as  the  sound  of  the   dulcimer 

sweet, 
Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death, 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet. 
The  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath. 

7  His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 
To  water  the  gardens  of  grace  ; 

From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  shall 
know. 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

8  He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  re- 

joice, 
And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  ; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity  fill'd  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

HYMN  124.— P.  M. 

Judgment  Hymn. 

1  O  there  will  be  mourning,  mourning,  mourn- 

ing, mourning, 
O  there   will   be   mourning,  at  the  judgment 

seat  of  Christ, 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 

Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

2  O  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 

Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part, 


ADDITIONAL    HYMNS.  147 

Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part, 
Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part, 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

3  O  there  will  be  mourninor,  &,c. 

Brothers  and  sisLers  there  will  part, 
Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part, 
Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part. 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

4  O  there  will  be  mourningf,  &c. 

Friends  and  neig-hbors  there  will  part, 
Friends  and  neighbors  there  will  part, 
Friends  and  neighbors  there  will  partj 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

5  O  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 

Pastors  and  people  there  will  part, 
Pastors  and  people  there  will  part. 
Pastors  and  people  there  will  part, 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

6  O  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 

Devils  and  sinners  there  will  meet, 
Devils  and  sinners  there  will  meet, 
Devils  and  sinners  there  will  meet, 
Will  meet  to  part  no  more. 

7  O  there  will  be  shouting,  &c. 

Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet, 

Saints  and  angels  tliere  will  meet, 

Saints  and  angels  there  will  meetj 

Will  meet  to  part  no  more.  . 


148  ADDITIONAL    HYMNS. 

HYMN  125.— 11  &  10. 

Birlh  of  the  Saviour. 
1  Hail  the  blest  morn !  see  the  great  Medi- 
ator, 
Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descend  ! 
Shepherds,  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger, 
Lo,  for  his  guard,  the  bright  angels  attend. 


Brightest  and  best  are  the  sons  of  the  mornin§^y 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  in  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning^ 
Guide  where  ear  infant  Redeemer  was  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew  drops  are  shin- 

ing. 
Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall; 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Wise  men  and  shepherds  before  him  do  fall. 
Brightest  and  best,  ^c. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 
Odors  of  Eden,  and  offerings  divine. 

Gems  from  the  mountains,  and  pearls  from  the 
ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 
mine  ? 

Brightest  and  best,  S^'c. 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Fainiy  with  gold  we  his  favor  secure ; 


ADDITIONAL    HYMNS.  149 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration  ; 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 
Brightest  and  best,  S^c. 

HYMN  126.— CM. 

Light  in  Darkness. 

1  O  THOU  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 

How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  pierced  by  sins  and  sorrows  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee  ! 

2  The  friends,  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 

When  winter  comes  are  flown  ; 
And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give. 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 

3  Oh !  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come  brightly  wafting  thro'  the  gloom 
Our  peace-branch  from  above  ? 

4  Then  sorrow  touch'd  by  thee,  grows  bright, 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray  ; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light. 
We  never  saw  by  day. 

HYMN  127.— 7  &  6. 

Consolations  of  Religion, 
t  Sometimes  a  light  surprises 
The  Christian  while  be  sings  j 


150  ADDITIONAL    HFMNS. 

It  is  the  Lord  M'ho  rises, 

With  healing-  on  bis  wings : 

When  comforts  are  declining, 
He  grants  the  soul  again 

A  season  of  clear  shining, 
To  cheer  it  after  rain. 

2  In  holy  contemplation, 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new  : 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

3  It  can  bring  -with  it  nothing, 

But  he  will  bear  us  through  ;— 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing. 

Will  clothe  his  people  too: 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed  ; 
And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens. 

Will  give  his  children  bread. 

4  Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither, 

Their  wonted  fruit  shall  bear, 
Though  all  the  fields  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  lierds  be  there  ; 
Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice : 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS.  151 

For  while  in  him  confiding', 
I  cannot  but  rejoice. 


HYMN  128.— C.  M. 

The  Heavenly  Jerusalem. 

1  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home, 

Name  ever  dear  to  me ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes    thy  heaven-built 

walls 
And  pearly  gates  behold  ; 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold. 

3  O  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend  : 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blest  seats  !  thro'  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  wo. 

Or  feel,  at  death,  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 


153  ADDITIONAL  HYMNS. 

6  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there, 

Around  my  Saviour  stand; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below, 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

7  Jerusalem !  my  happy  home, 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 


HYMN  ]29.— P.  M. 

Sweet  Home. 

1  An  alien  from  God  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 
I  wandered  through  earth,  its  gay  pleasures 

to  trace, 
In  the  pathway  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam, 
Unmindful,  alas !  that  it  led  me  from  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O   Saviour!    direct  me  to  heaven    my 
home. 

2  The  pleasures  of  earth,  1  have  seen  fade 

away, 

They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  de- 
cay, 

Bui  pleasures  more  lasting,  in  Jesus  are 
given. 

Salvation    on    earth,  and    a    mansion   in 
heaven. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 


ADDITIONAL   HYMNS.  153 

The  saints  in  those  mansions  are  ever  at 
home. 

3  Allure  me   no  longer,  ye  false   glowing 

charms, 
The  Saviour  invites  me,  I'll  go  to  his  arms ; 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy,  1  hear  there  is 

room, 

0  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at 

home! 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 

4  Farewell,    vain    amusements,  my    follies, 

adieu. 
While  Jesus,  and  heaven,  and  ^lory  I  tiew ; 

1  feast  on  the  pleasures  that  flow  from  his 

throoe. 
The  foretaste  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven  my 

home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home? 

5  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing-  away, 
The  time  is  approaching,  when  Jesus  will 

say, 
"Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on 

my  throne. 
And  dwell  in  my  presence  forever  at  home." 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  there  I  shall  rest  with  the  Saviour  at 
home. 


154  ADDITIONAL  HYMNS. 

6  Affliction,  and  sorrow,  and  death  shall  be 
o'er, 
TJie  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no  more; 
There  loud  hallelujah's  fill  heaven's  high 

dome, 
They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  for  ever  at 
home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
They  dv/ell  with  the  Saviour  for  ever  at 
home. 

HYMN  130.— CM. 

The  SainVs  Choice. 

1  Long  have  I  tried  terrestrial  joys, 

But  here  can  find  no  rest, 
Far  from  its  vanity  and  noise, 
«  To  be  with  Christ  is  best." 

2  Fair  is  the  Siren's  painted  face, 

And  sin  looks  gaily  drest 
To  cheat  me  ;  but  I  iHy  the  embrace, 
"To  be  with  Christ  is  best." 

3  Temptations,  with  malig-nant  smart, 

Betray  the  unj^uarded  breast: 

Safe  from  the  poison  of  each  dart, 

"  To  be  with  Christ  is  best." 

4  'TisJ  desert  here,  and  thorns  and  foes 

Do  all  the  road  infest ; 
The  danger  of  tlie  journey's  short, 
«  To  be  with  Christ  is  best." 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS.  155 

5  When  earth  can  no  delights  afford, 

He  spreads  a  heavenly  feast; 
Such  dainties  crown  his  royal  board, 
"  To  be  with  Christ  is  best." 

6  By  this  I  fly  the  desert  throupfh, 

And  feel  my  soul  refreshed  ; 
What  can  obstruct  me,  when  I  know 
"  To  be  Avith  Christ  is  best." 

7  There  an  eternity  with  thee, 

I'll  think  myself  well  blest ; 

I  see  thee  here  ;  but  oh  !  to  be, 

"To  be  with  Christ  is  best." 

HYMN  131.- C.  M. 

The  Spirit  Wing. 

1  O  FOR  a  wing — a  plumed  wing, 

Plucked  from  the  bird  of  Jove, 
To  bear  me  upward  wondering. 
To  realms  of  perfect  love. 

2  Too  long  thro'  dubious  wiles  I've  strayed, 

Too  long  in  error's  night. 
Too  long  in  sandy  deserts  stayed — 
Now  upward  be  my  flight. 

3  Torn  from  the  raven  of  the  cloud. 

With  lightning  in  its  sweep, 

That  wing  upon  the  tempest  loud. 

Its  upward  path  would  keep. 

4  Nearer  my  Saviour's  upper  throne, 

Nearer  the  gates  of  light, 


156  ADDITIONAL   HYMNS. 

That  wing  shall  bear  me  up  alone, 
In  my  ecstatic  flight 

HYMN  132.— L.  M. 

"  A  Poor  Way-faring  Man,'" 

1  A  poor,  wayfaring  man  of  grief, 

Hath  often  cross'd  me  on  my  way, 
Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief, 

That  I  could  never  answer  nay  : 
1  had  not  power  to  ask  his  name — 
Whither  he  went,  or  whence  he  came  j 
Yet  there  was  something  in  his  eye, 
That  won  my  love,  I  knew  not  why. 

2  Stripped,  wounded,  beaten  nigh  to  death, 

I  found  him  by  the  highway  side  5 
I  roused  his  pulse,  brought  back  his  breath. 

Revived  his  spirit,  and  supplied 
Wine,  oil,  refreshment  3  he  was  healed. 
I  had  myself  a  wound  conceal'd. 
But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart, 
And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 

3  I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst 

Clear  from  the  rock  his  strength  was  gone, 
The  heedless  water  mocked  his  thirst, 

He  heard  it,  saw  it,  hurrying  on, 
1  ran  and  raised  the  sufferer  up. 
Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drained  my  cup. 
Dipped  and  returned  it  running  o'er, 
1  drank,  and  never  thirsted  more. 

4  Then,  in  a  moment,  to  my  view 

The  stranger  started  from  disguise  ; 
The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew 

My  Saviour  stood  before  my  eyes  ! 
He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  he  named— 
"  Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed  j 
Tliese  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be  3 
Fear  not,  thou  did'sl  it  unto  me." 


INDEX, 


FAG*, 

ALL  hail,  the  power  of  Jesus'  name,  1 

Awake,  my  people  !  saith  youv  God,  82 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve,  83 

Awake,  Jerusalem,  awake,  89 

Assembled  at  thy  great  command,  71 

A  Beacon  has  been  lighted,  ^8 

A  poor,  way -faring  man  of  grief,  156 

As  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung,  101 

And  can  it  be  that  I  should  gain,  125 

Ah  !  guilty  sinner,  ruined  by  transgression,  129 

Ah  !  how  fleeting,  and  how  vain,  131 

An  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace,  152 

BLEST  are  the  humble  souls  that  see,  10 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here,  75 

Break  every  yoke  the  Gospel  cries,  76 

Behold  the  mountain  of  the  Lord,  62 

COME,  all  ye  mourning  souls,  31 

Called  to  a  sense  of  duty,  28 

Come,  Christian  brethren,  ere  we  part,  71 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King,  142 

DAUGHTERS  of  the  pilgrim  Sires,  91 

Daughters  of  pity,  tune  the  lay,  92 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep,  128 

EQUIP  me  for  the  war,  76 

FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  be  gone^  25 

Farewell,  mother  !  Jesus  calls  me,  66 

From  every  storm  of  wind  that  blows,  9 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains  90 


158  INDEX. 

From  Niger's  dubious  billow. 
From  foes  tliat  won  id  the  land  devour, 
From  Afric's  burning,  arid  sands, 
From  o'er  the  Rocky  Mountains, 
Fiom  the  cross  uplifted  high, 

GOD  of  Israel's  faithful  Three, 

God  of  all  grace  and  majesty, 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 

HAIL  heavenly  love,  that  first  began. 

Hail  the  day  that  saw  him  rise, 

Hail  the  day  so  long  expected ! 

Hail,  ye  heralds  of  salvation, 

Hail,  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow, 

Hail,  God,  the  Father,  heavenly  light, 

Hail,  thou  once  despised  Jesus, 

Hail,  the  blest  morn  ! 

Hark  !  my  gay  friends,  that  solemn  toll. 

Hark  !  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour 

Hark  !  the  song  of  Jubilee, 

Hark  !  brethren,  don't  you  hear  the  sound  ? 

Heard  ye  the  mighty  rushing  ? 

Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 

Holy  Sabbath  !  day  of  rest! 

HoAv  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys 

How  can  a  sinner  know. 

How  happy  is  the  Pilgrim's  lot, 

I  LOVE  the  Holy  Son  of  God, 
I  stood  amid  the  place  of  graves, 
I  would  not  live  alway, 

JESUS  shall  reign,  where'er  the  sun, 
Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
Jesus,  the  visions  of  thy  face, 
Jesus  ir.y  all.  to  heaven  is  gone, 
Jerusaieoi !  my  happy  home, 


INDEX.  159 

LORD  deliver!  thou  canst  save,  77 

Long  have  1  tried  terrestrial  joys,  154 

Let  the  floods  clap  their  hands,  93 

Lift  up  your  eyes  ye  sons  of  light,  64 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling,  140 

MANY  woes  hath  Christ  endured, 

My  days,  my  months,  my  years,  19 

My  christian  friends  in  bonds  oflove,  22 

JNOW  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood,  26 

J\ight  wraps  the  land  where  Jesus  spake,  56 

On  the  mountain  tops  appearing,  63 

O  land  of  rest,  for  thee  1  sigh,  16 

O  God  of  freedom  bless  the  night,  83 

On  Java's  rich  and  fertile  ground,  95 

O  let  the  prisoner's  mournful  sigh,  85 

O  turn  ye  !  O  turn  ye  !  for  why  will  ye  (fte,  39 

O  that  with  weeping  Mary,  I,  123 
O  Thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight,  145 

O  there  will  be  mourning,  146 

O  thou  who  driest  the  motirner's  tears',  149 

O  for  a  wing — a  plumed  wing,  -  155 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  ye  mortals,  33 

Poor  mourning  soul  in  deep  distress,  90 

RELIGION  is  a  glorious  treasure,  32 

STOOP  down  my  thoughts  that  use  to  rise,  27 

Since  man  by  sin  has  lost  his  God.  19 

Stand  up  my  soul,  shake  oil' thy  fears,  61 

Steel  me  to  shame,  reproach,  disgrace,  84 

Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely,  45 

See  how  great  a  flame  aspires,  61 

Shepherd  of  Israel,  thou  did'st  lead,  59 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message,  111 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises,  149 


160  INDEX. 

TO^eave  my  dear  friends  and  with  neighbors, 

The  broken  ties  of  happier  days, 

Think  of  our  country's  glory, 

The  ways  of  religion  true  pleasure  afford, 

The  chariot  I  the  chariot !  its  wheels  roll  in  fire, 

The  dews  lay  dark  on  Hermon, 

The  morning  light  was  breaking, 

Tempted,  wounded,  troubled  spirit, 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

This  morning  most  sweetly  the  gales  are 

To  see  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies, 

Tossed  upon  life's  raging  billow, 

WHAT  Heavenly  music  do  I  hear, 

When  we  our  weary  limbs  to  rest,! 

While  nature  was  sinking  in  stillness  to  rest. 

With  thy  sure  dews  and  rains, 

When  injured  Afric's  captive  claims, 

When  marshalled  on  the  miglitj^  plains, 

Wake,  Isles  of  the  South, 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

When  torn  in  the  bosom  by  sorrow, 

When  for"eternal  worlds  we  stear, 

What's  that  that  steals,  &.c., 

Why  should  I  be  affrighted  by  pestilence,  &c., 

When  shall  I  see  the  day. 

What  sound  is  this  that  salutes  my  ear, 

When  shall  we  meet  again. 

Where  shall  my  wandering  soul  begin, 

YES,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee, 
Ye  messengers  of  Christ, 
Ye  who  know  your  sins  forgiven, 
Ye  that  pass  by,  behold  the  man, 


